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AIR FORCE LAWYER FINDS LOVE WITH HIS DAUGHTER-IN-LAW©

My name is John, and I grew up in the 60’s in San Antonio, Texas. My dad was a very successful lawyer, and my mom was a legal assistant in his law firm. San Antonio is an Air Force town, just like Fayetteville, NC is an Army town and San Diego is a Navy town. I grew up with Air Force jets flying overhead, and I used to go to the Air Show every year to see the Thunderbirds. My friends and I used to talk about joining the Air Force after high school because it seemed like a cool thing to do.

Speaking of high school, I maintained a solid B average with at least one year being a straight A average. I could have probably had a straight A average all through the four years, but my friends and I screwed around a lot and skipped some homework assignments. My main concern was to never drop below a C average because that would mean I couldn’t play sports. I was 6’1″, 195 pounds, and I played middle linebacker on our state championship football team. I also wrestled during the off season. I usually hit the weight room every day after school, so I had a pretty good physique. I had a well-defined chest, six pack abs, and muscular neck, shoulders, arms and legs. I guess I looked OK, because I never had trouble getting into a girl’s pants on a Friday night, especially the cheerleaders.

I guess it is hard for parents to have “the talk” with their kids about sex. My dad sat down with me when I was in high school, and his advice was short and sweet. He said, “For god’s sake, make sure she’s on the pill, or wear a condom. If you get some girl pregnant, it will ruin your life.” End of lecture. I heeded his advice, and I always made sure my girlfriends were on the pill. I didn’t like wearing condoms. I didn’t have sex until I had turned 18, and I always made sure the girl was over 18. I didn’t want to be charged with statutory rape, something else my lawyer father had taught me.

Anyway, graduation day came, and to my great disappointment, I didn’t get any scholarship offers to any colleges, so I told my parents I was going to join the Air Force. They told me they didn’t have anything against the military, but they said I should wait and go in as an officer. That required a four-year degree, so my parents said they would pay for my college if I promised to wait until I had a degree to join the Air Force. I agreed, and I went to the University of Texas. I graduated with a BS in Political Science.

After I graduated, I went to the Air Force recruiter and told him I wanted to join as an officer. He looked at my college transcripts and said I wouldn’t have a problem entering the service as an officer. He asked me what specialty career field I wanted to pursue, and I told him I didn’t have a clue. I hadn’t really thought about it. I told him my dad was a lawyer and my mother was a legal assistant, so I asked if they had some sort of legal specialty I could enter. He thought about it for a minute and said, “I tell you what. If you join today, you will be sworn in and sent to Officer Training School. You will have to agree to serve for four years. I can make sure you will be assigned to a legal unit. We call it the Judge Advocate General Corps. If you’re interested, the Air Force will send you to law school if you agree to serve for an additional six years. When you graduate, you will be promoted to Captain and you will serve as an Air Force lawyer. How does that sound?”

Wow, I thought it sounded great. I asked him if I could talk it over with my parents and come back the next day. He said that would be fine. When I got home, I discussed it with my parents, and they thought it was a great opportunity. I went back the next day, signed the papers, and later that day I was sworn in. I was told I would work in the JAG office until there was an opening at the Officer Training School. A week later, I was sent to the officer school followed by the JAG School, both located at Maxwell Air Force Base, Montgomery, Alabama. After I graduated from the officer course, I attended their basic legal course. The JAG School course was interesting, and I breezed through it, graduating at the top of my class. I was then sent back to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, where I discovered I had passed my LSAT, and had been accepted to Law School at The University of Texas.

Law School was tough, but I didn’t have too much trouble with the courses. There were plenty of opportunities for partying, but I avoided most of them. I really wanted to graduate in the top ten percent of my class. As it turned out, I graduated in the top two percent.

After graduating from Law School with a Juris Doctorate Degree, I was promoted to Captain, and sent back to San Antonio where I was stationed for the next three years.

During my second year at Lackland, I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was blond with blue eyes, stood about 5’7″, and weighed about 125 pounds. Rebecca was from Virginia and had graduated from Georgetown Law. She was also a lawyer and was the istanbul escort same rank as me. Even in her uniform, she couldn’t hide her perfectly rounded ass and her 36C cup breasts. I was the only single guy in our unit, so I didn’t have any real competition, but she made it clear she was not interested in dating anyone. I pursued her for close to four months before she agreed to go on a date with me.

The Officer’s Club served very good meals, but I decided to take her to dinner at the best restaurant in town. We had a very enjoyable meal, we laughed a lot, and we got to know each other. It turned out we had a lot in common. We shared a bottle of wine with dinner, and I convinced her to take me home with her afterward. I was still living in the BOQ, but she was renting an apartment in town. When we got to her place, we had another couple of glasses of wine, and then we started making out on her sofa. I finally got up the nerve to cup her breast. She responded by kissing me harder, twirling her tongue around mine, and moaning loudly. I took that as a good sign, so I suggested we move to the bedroom.

After dating her for another six months, I asked her to marry me, and she accepted. My parents wanted to throw us a big wedding, but we decided to get married in the chapel on base. We moved into her apartment. We had a great sex life. I had never met a woman who loved sex as much as she did. Never once did she say she was too tired, or she had a headache. If I wanted to have sex, she was always ready. A year after we were married, she gave birth to a baby boy.

Air Force life was good and over the next several years we were stationed in England and Germany. It was great to have the opportunity to travel. While stationed in England, we had the opportunity to visit Ireland and Scotland, and while in Germany, we visited the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxemburg, France, and Austria. We were also stationed in Washington, DC, Florida, Japan and Korea before being assigned to Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas, Nevada.

We sometimes were assigned temporary duty, called TDY, which meant we had to go to another Air Force base out of town for a few weeks. We almost never went together. Either I was told to go somewhere, or she was. We would usually fly on Air Force aircraft, but sometimes we had to fly commercial. One fateful day, my wife was sent TDY to Hickam Air Force Base in Hawaii, and she travelled on a commercial jet. The plane crashed into the Pacific and all the passengers were killed. Thanks to the U.S. Navy, most of the bodies were recovered, including my wife. At least we were able to give her a proper funeral.

Between my father and me, we put together a lawsuit against the airline company. My dad hired an investigator who obtained the maintenance records, and he found a maintenance worker who was near retirement and wasn’t afraid to talk. We got him whistleblower status so the company couldn’t fire him, and he was able to retire with his pension. Of course, he was also paid by us for his testimony. After he revealed the poor maintenance that was overlooked by the company, and the fact that they had a habit of using used parts instead of new ones, we settled with the company for more than 3 million dollars, and after taxes and expenses, I got a cash payment of 2.8 million. My father had started an investment account for me while I was in high school, and it was now worth over a million dollars, so I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to, but I decided to stay in the Air Force. Like I said, it was a good life.

I bought a McMansion in Las Vegas that was a 6-bedroom, 5-bath, 3 car garage house on 2 ½ acres, with a beautiful pool. My son had joined the Air Force and was now an F-16 pilot. He had proposed to his girlfriend, Shannon, and I told them they could live with me after they were married since I had plenty of room. I slept in the Master bedroom, I used one bedroom for an office, and my son and his wife had their own bedroom, so that left three bedrooms free for when my parents visited. I spent a little over 20 years in the Air Force and retired as a Colonel. I had a nice pension and free medical care if I wanted to take advantage of it, so I was financially stable.

I dated a few women, but I soon discovered that when they found out I was wealthy, they tried very hard to get me to marry them. Of course, the sex was great. They would do absolutely anything I asked to try to win me over. I would fuck the shit out of them and let them suck me dry for a few months before moving on to another one. As much as I loved the sex, I got tired of playing the game, and I just stopped dating.

Nellis had a fitness center that would put any of the big-name civilian gyms to shame, and it was free. I continued to work out every day, so, at 44, I was still in great shape.

My son, Jerry, was sent to Iraq to fly combat missions. His wife continued to live with me. It was hard for me to look at Shannon. She could have been my wife’s twin sister. She istanbul escort bayan was blond with blue eyes, and very fit. She had a great personality and she always called me Pops. We got along great.

I walked out of my patio door one day and I saw Shannon getting out of the pool. When she bent over to pick up her towel, her bikini bottom tightened, showing off her ass and beautiful toned legs. When she straightened up, her C-cup breasts stood out, straining the bikini top. When she saw me, she flashed me a bright white smile and said, “Hi Pops. Going for a swim?”

“Yeah. I thought I would do a few laps and then catch some sun. Do you mind if I join you?”

She laughed and answered, “Hey, it’s your pool. But, no, I don’t mind.” She then laid down on one of the lounge chairs while I jumped into the pool. I did ten laps before getting out of the pool and walking over to another lounge chair. I noticed that while I was doing laps, she had gone inside and made a pitcher of Margaritas. She was lying on her back with her legs straight out and spread open. I could see her nipples standing out under her bikini top and I noticed her camel toe visible through her bottoms. Shit! I couldn’t help myself. I started to get an erection.

I laid down next to her and she pointed out the pitcher of Margaritas. After we had drank several glasses, I noticed her head turn towards me. She was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but I had an idea she was looking at my crotch. I had started to get a hard-on, and with my wet swimsuit, she could clearly see the outline of my dick.

I was embarrassed and I was hoping she wouldn’t say anything, but she asked, “Pops, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Shannon. You can ask me anything.”

“Pops, you are a good-looking middle-aged male who is in great shape. Why don’t you ever date?”

I chuckled before I answered, “Well, Shannon, thank you for the compliment, but to answer your question, I have dated a lot of women, but they all turned out to be gold diggers. I’m not interested in getting married again, so I just gave up.”

She lowered her voice when she asked, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Shannon, I told you, you can ask me anything.”

She almost whispered when she asked, “Don’t you miss having sex?”

I turned my head so I was looking her in the face. I said, “Yes, I miss the sex. Can I make a confession?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Shannon, I love you and I love my son. I’m happy to have you living with me, so, don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s sometimes hard for me to have you living here. You may not know this, but you’re almost an exact copy of my wife. You have the same hair, eyes, smile, and definitely her body. I can’t tell you how hard it is to have you around because, please don’t think bad of me, but I often have very inappropriate thoughts about you. You asked if I miss the sex. I can’t tell you how much I miss it. I was lucky when I found my wife because she liked sex as much as I did. I had an almost insatiable appetite for sex. I still do, I guess, but I have learned to do without. I hope you don’t think any less of me for saying that.”

She was silent for a minute before she said, “Well, I guess that’s where your son got his. He’s the same way, and like your wife, so am I. I love sex.”

I said, “Yeah, I could tell. I used to hear you and Jerry going at it in the middle of the night.”

Shannon shocked me by her next statement. She said, “Pops, you shouldn’t have to go without sex, and neither should I. I would never cheat on Jerry by picking up some guy in a bar. But if we agreed to take care of each other while he’s gone, that wouldn’t really be cheating, would it?”

I can’t tell you how much I wanted to get up, tear her bikini off, and fuck her right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, I looked at her and said, “Shannon, you’re a beautiful young woman. Surely you wouldn’t be interested in an old man like me.”

“Pops, let me tell you something. I saw you when you got out of the pool, and I can still see you now. That wet swimsuit doesn’t do much to hide anything. I can tell you have a nice package hanging between your legs. I may be wrong, but I’m pretty sure you are bigger than your son. I mean, it still looks big and you’re not even hard. As for being old, you’re not old, you’re middle aged. And like I said, you’re in great shape. How about it, Pops. You think we could take care of each other’s needs for a while?”

“Shannon, please understand. I would never try to convince you to have sex with me, but if you are willing to give it a try, you would make a lonely old man very happy.”

Shannon stood up and held her hand out for me. She said, “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

I stood up and followed her inside. I followed behind her, watching her ass sway as she climbed the steps. She stopped at the top of the landing and asked, “Your place or mine?”

I walked to my bedroom and opened the door, allowing her escort istanbul to go inside. She didn’t say a word, she just took her bikini off and let it fall to the floor. Her tits were absolutely beautiful, and her pussy was shaved. I dropped my swimsuit to the floor and stood there with a hard-on. When she turned toward me, her eyes got big, and she said, “My god, that’s a big dick! You are definitely bigger than Jerry. I bet you know how to use it too, don’t you?”

“I’ve never had any complaints. Why don’t you get on the bed and let me lick that beautiful pussy.”

She laid down on her back, and I placed my head between her legs. I started to kiss my way up her thighs until I reached her pussy. I inhaled her intoxicating aroma, and then I kissed her wet, puffy pussy lips. As my tongue licked inside her cunt lips, she wriggled her ass and started humping her crotch up against my mouth. She was moaning, “Fuck, Pops! You’re really good at that. Eat my pussy!” When I sucked her clit, she grabbed my head with both hands. Her breathing was becoming irregular, her eyes were shut tight, and she was steadily moaning. When I started fucking her with my tongue more aggressively, her body began to shake, and I felt her shudder before she screamed, “Ohhh, shittt! I’m Cumminnnggg!”

My face was soaked by her sweet nectar. Fuck, she had a nice pussy.

As I looked up, I noticed she had both hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples.

I moved up more and pulled her hands away. I said, “Let me do that.” I started squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples before putting my mouth on one of her nipples and I began sucking. She had beautiful breasts. I licked the other one for a minute and then moved up even more so I could kiss her. It suddenly occurred to me that I had never kissed my daughter-in-law before, except for an occasional peck on the cheek. I pressed my lips to hers and she opened her mouth, allowing our tongues to dance with each other. She gave me a very erotic kiss. My dick was hard as steel and I’m sure Shannon could feel it pressing against her stomach. She whispered, “Come fuck me, Pops. Let me feel your big dick.”

I pushed her legs apart and rubbed my dick up and down her pussy lips. I began to push my cock in her pussy and was pleasantly surprised at how tight she was. I was only able to get a couple of inches in before she said, “Go slow, Pops. You are so much bigger than your son.”

I slowly pushed another couple of inches in before she whimpered as she bit her lip. I could feel her getting wetter as I started thrusting back and forth, slowly at first, and then going a little faster. She groaned, “Fuck that feels good!” Then she said, “Faster Pops. Go faster. Harder too. Don’t worry. I can take it. I like it hard.”

Well, that’s all I needed to hear. I started pumping her harder, faster, and deeper. She started whimpering and moaning as I pounded her pussy even harder. Man, her pussy felt so good clenching my dick. We fucked liked that for at least two more minutes before she screamed and had a massive orgasm. I’m glad no one else was in the house. I slowed down a minute before she said, “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Come on, Pops. FUCK MEEEE!”

I could feel her tight pussy gripping my dick as I pumped for all I was worth. I finally said, “I’m gonna cum, baby!”

“YESSS! CUM FOR MEEE! Don’t worry Pops, you can cum in me. I can’t get pregnant.”

I let loose with a massive amount of pent-up cum. I flooded her pussy and then lay still, my hands on both sides of her, supporting myself. I looked down at her and she had her eyes closed and a slight smile on her face. I leaned down to kiss her, and she immediately pushed her tongue in my mouth. We kissed passionately until my arms got tired and I collapsed next to her. I said, “Thank you for doing that for me, Shannon. I needed that. You’ve made this old man very happy.”

She answered, “I hope you don’t think I did that out of pity. I got as much pleasure out of it as you did. Shit! I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that. And just so you know, this wasn’t a one-time thing. I expect you to fuck me anytime you want to. I’m hoping that will be several times a day.”

I thought about that for a minute, and then I asked, “And how about when Jerry comes home.”

“Let’s don’t worry about that right now. He just left a week ago. He’s going to be gone for at least eight months and possibly twelve months. We’ll worry about that when the time gets closer. Until then, this pussy is yours. Use me any way you want to. I think that’s the biggest, thickest dick I’ve ever had, and I love it. Speaking of which, do you think you could stand a nice blowjob? I’ve been told I’m pretty good at it.”

I laughed before saying, “I’m old, but I’m not that old. I think I will always be up for a good blowjob.”

She moved around the bed and planted her face in my crotch. She took my dick in her small hand and started licking our combined juices off the shaft. Then she started licking around the head before putting it in her mouth. I was hard again in no time. She then started bobbing her head up and down while swirling her tongue around the head. I have pretty good staying power, especially after I have already cum, but she had my nuts boiling in no time. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I said, “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

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Kimmy – Personal GroomingWe left early as Vikki had to start at 8am and she text Kimmy to ensure it was OK for me to come round this early as she lived at home with her dad and brother and it wasn’t long before she got a reply saying they had both gone to work so all was good. Vikki looked fresh in her bright white summer dress and her new hairstyle really suited her, I was impressed.We arrived at the surgery in plenty of time and Vikki turned to me giving me a kiss on the cheek, “Bye daddy, see you later” she sighed giving me a flash of thigh as she got out the car and then waving as I drove off.The drive across town wasn’t bad and I arrived at Kim’s just after 8 and she must have been looking out for me as she opened the door as I walked up the path, “Morning Frank” she said in a sweet voice and looking at her I knew this was going to be a grooming with a difference. Her hair was still wet from her shower which being short looked quite sexy and she was dressed in a short loose crop top which was ok as her boobs were quite small and had a rather short black pleated skirt on showing off her toned and tanned legs, she saw me checking her out and smiled, “Oh I always dress like this sir, don’t want to get hair on my good clothes” she said with a giggle as she invited me in.“Fancy a coffee before we start?” she asked leading me into the kitchen, “Mmm yes, great idea” I replied thinking I would just go with the flow. I sat down at the kitchen table and looking at Kimmy making the coffee already had my cock twitching under my sports shorts and couldn’t believe the size of her skirt, it sat on her hips and barely covered her arse as a couple of times she bent forward giving me a sweet view of the bottom of her cheeks and one thing for certain was she had a tiny white thong on under it.I had absolutely no idea what to expect as I had never had my grooming done by a third person before which due to the complexity of the task is why it probably needed doing now.“Have you done much of this before Kim?” I asked taking into account her young age and given the warm smile she gave I immediately felt more comfortable, “Only my dad and brother” she said softly and again I felt my cock twitching more knowing that she had been in an intimate position with her dad and brother, interesting.“Oh wow.. Really? I asked and she told me it was no big deal as her family are an incredibly open family since her mother died a few years ago and coming from a similar background with Lisa I had no issues with it.She told me she had always been close with her younger brother however the closeness with her father developed after her mother’s passing but I decided not to push her on the subject as I didn’t want to detract from the reason I was there, “Shall we go upstairs then sir and crack on?” she said putting the empty cups in the sink, “Lead on” I replied.I have to say I was nervous as we walked up the stairs however the sight up Kimmy’s little black skirt took my mind off what was to follow for a brief moment, she had a wonderful rounded arse which was in plain sight and the thin white string of her panties wedged deep into her crack and with the gusset of her panties tight into her crotch the omission of any stray hairs told me she was pretty well kept down below, I even got a peek up inside her loose fitting crop top at her little bee stings clearly seeing her little stiff nipples.We walked into her rather small bedroom and I saw a sheet laid out on her single bed guessing that with minimal space this is where she would do the grooming, I saw a pair of trimmers on the side table which at least eased my mind knowing that no sharp objects were going to be used, I think that would have been izmir escort a deal breaker had she pulled out a razor.Kimmy picked up the trimmer and started it up checking for battery strength and all seemed good, “OK sir, lets get to it” she said with a cheeky grin as I stood waiting for instructions, “Best if you strip naked sir and lay on the bed, lets see what we have to work with” she said which came as no surprise really as I didn’t want hair on my clothes.As I pulled off my tee shirt there was no getting away from the fact that I had a boner and just before I pulled down my shorts I thought it best to mention it, “I’m so sorry about the erection Kimmy” I said softly and she giggled, “Oh don’t worry about that sir, it’s natural and happened to both my dad and my brother, I can work around it sir” she said reassuringly so I went ahead and removed my shorts and laid down on the bed with my legs spread so she had access to where she needed to be. “Hmm” she sighed as she knelt on the bed between my legs, “I think it best to do a close shave on the testicles sir and a trim above, that seems to be popular” she said as she took hold of my erect cock to look at the mound of pubic hair that I had accumulated, “I will leave it up to you Kim” I said as she put my cock down and picked up the clippers, “Your testicles look full and firm sir which is a good thing” she sighed softly as she got to work trimming my nut sacs and I must say the vibrations of the trimmer against my balls was fucking arousing and I couldn’t help my cock getting harder.I laid there with my eyes closed as there is something about looking at a strange girl with a cutting instrument working on my two veg that didn’t seem to appeal to me from a visual aspect even though the vibrations were sending shockwaves through my body, “I see you have hair going between your cheeks sir, would you like me to see to them too?” she asked and without opening my eyes I told her to carry on.“Aww this is looking really good sir” she said in an excited voice as I felt her fingers around my tight nut sacs and could feel her gently squeezing them which I was sure wasn’t part of the process although I guess she needed to feel for any stray hairs that she missed.“Ok sir, now before we do the main part I need you to change position so I can do your bottom” she said and it sounded like she was changing attachments on the trimmer, “I need you to turn over and be on your knees with you head down on the pillow and your legs spread, can you do that for me sir?” she asked and although a bit weird I was sure she knew what she was doing so I did as she asked even though I felt pretty vulnerable with my arse up in the air, “Oh that’s good sir, now I can see exactly what needs to be done” she said and I can only assume she had a birds eye view of my ring in all its glory.My cock was throbbing harder as I felt the vibrations finishing off the back of my balls and then as she held my cheeks open with her other hand I felt the trimmer running up my crack and OMG I really thought I was going to cum as the trimmer touched my darkened tunnel entrance sending the vibrations right through me.“Oh that’s good sir, you are doing great” she said obviously enjoying herself and after a few minutes I felt her fingers running up and down my crack obviously checking the smoothness however I did notice her finger linger a little longer than it should have pressing against my hole. “I am just going to rub some oil into you sir so that you don’t get any rashes, it that ok sir?” she asked as she picked up a small bottle of oil and opened it, “Carry on Kim, you’re the boss” I replied and then felt her oily fingers rubbing escort izmir my balls giving them both a gentle squeeze before working her fingers into my exposed crack, I felt a few more drops of oil drop onto me, “Oops, sorry sir.. a bit too much there but don’t worry I will rub it in” she said apologetically as her fingers rubbed between my cheeks and then OMG her finger slid into my arse, “WOW!!I don’t know why but as her finger inserted I instinctively seemed to push back which forced her finger in deeper and OMG did it feel good, “So sorry sir but it’s important the oil gets to all parts and is rubbed in well sir” she sighed as she pushed her finger right up to the knuckle and started to slowly finger fuck my arse ensuring all the oil was absorbed while her other hand continued rubbing my balls even going so far between my legs that she had the base of my cock too, OMG how I didn’t cum was beyond me.Finally I think all the oil was absorbed and she pulled away, “All done at the back sir, I must say that it looks great” she said allowing me to relax my position and lay back down on the bed, I was her looking at how solid and rigid my cock was but didn’t comment as she picked up the trimmer changing the attachment.Kimmy walked around the side of the bed, “Sorry to ask sir but its best I do this from the top, do you mind if I straddle your chest to get the best angle?” she asked softly and I told her I had no issue with that at all, it’s not that she is going to be that heavy anyway so wouldn’t impair my breathing and as she climbed onto the bed with her knee by my side she slowly and carefully pushed her leg over me ensuring she didn’t whack me in the head with her knee and OMG she gave me the perfect view of her tight pantie clad crotch as she did so, that memory will stay in my mind forever and I now had her basically sitting on my chest and with my head slightly raised on her pillow her arse was inches away from my face albeit in her little black skirt which rested just below my chin.As the buzzing started again I felt her wrap her fingers around my throbbing cock and lift if upright, “Sorry sir, but I have to lift your penis out the way sir” she said softly as I started to feel the vibrations at the base of my now upright cock as she ploughed through the mass of my pubic hair. I think she needed more room because after about a minute she shuffled her arse pushing backwards and was now dangerously close to my head, so much so that the fabric of her skirt was pushing against my face which in all fairness wasn’t very comfortable so with a bit of quick thinking I took hold of the hem and pulled it over my head however I must have pulled her at the same time as she slipped back further and now my nose was pressing against her widened crack and my chin was pressed against the gusset of her tight panties. “Sorry sir, nearly done” she sighed as I felt her wiggle her arse further into my face however I was able to mumble, “Its fine Kim, take your time” and had to pull my hands up to cup her arse cheeks to avoid me being suffocated. I was working on the assumption that similar issues had occurred with her dad and brother as Kim made no comment and carried on trimming my bush however her fingers did seem to tighten around my shaft as she kept my cock out of harms way and with my nose pressed against her pouting starfish and my mouth pressed against the gusset of her now damp panties I had no option but to push my tongue out in order to breath. I think Kim was happy with her work as she kept sighing “Oh yes” a few times although she couldn’t have been that comfortable as she kept wiggling her arse against my face but with something izmir escort bayan sharp in her hand and it being so close to my bits I was in no position to complain but I was sure her panties were getting wetter which could be because my tongue was out pressing hard against her sweet spot.With my hands squeezing her arse cheeks I somehow got my fingers caught in the string that was wedged in her crack and it somehow got pushed aside and before I knew it her smooth pussy lips were now pressed against my mouth and again having to stick my tongue out in order to breath it somehow managed to part her lips and push inside her and OMG I could now taste her sweet juices, I still had the impression she wasn’t comfortable as she seemed to be trying to adjust her position but I was unable to move my head due to having the weight of her body on me but I just had to hang tight.I nearly jumped as I felt a warm sensation around the head of my cock and figured she needed to put her mouth around it maybe needed both hands free to continue the trimming but for whatever reason the buzzing continued so I wasn’t going to put myself in harm’s way by moving.Suddenly I heard Kimmy gagging and hoped she was ok and my cock seemed wet with her saliva but then she continued and I soon felt the tightness of her throat and as her head started bobbing the motion of her body forced her crotch harder into my face and as I felt her swollen nubbin pressing my lips all I could do was start to flick it and suck on it which caused her whole body to shake violently, “OMG YESSSSSSS!” she cried out as my face was filled with her sweet warm juices much of which went into my mouth forcing her head to bob harder and faster and I knew that very soon I would be returning the compliment and filling her mouth with my jizz. That moment came quicker than I had anticipated as I felt her finger push into my already oiled arsehole and as she wiggled her finger against my sweet spot all hell was let loose as with a loud grunt my cock exploded sending spurt after spurt of hot creamy cum straight into her mouth, OMG I didn’t think it was going to stop, “Mmmmmmmmm” was all I was hearing from Kimmy as she slurped and sucked still with her finger pushed into my arse until the spurting stopped and so did her gyrating on my face and then suddenly all was quiet again.After a few seconds to gain our composure again Kimmy finally lifted herself up, “All done sir” she said softly as she climbed off the bed and looked down at my neatly trimmed pubic hair, as I sat up she reached down and took hold of my softening cock moving it out the way, “What do you think sir, do you like it?” she asked with apprehension and I have to say that it did look rather good and as she then held up my balls showing how smooth they were I have to say I was impressed. “Oh yes Kimmy, you have done a wonderful job” I replied and then she surprised me, “Dad says you should have it regularly trimmed sir” she said and of course he did, “I will do it for you sir” she continued and I guess she now had another regular customer.As I started to put my shirt back on I could see Kimmy still looking down at my hanging cock, “Do you really like it sir?” she asked as if she wasn’t convinced and had to assure her that it had been well overdue and I told her that when she arranges that sleepover with Vikki I would be happy for her to check to see if it needs doing again, “Really sir?” she sighed with excitement, “I will call Vikki to arrange it sir, I keep on at her about having a trim too sir” she continued and I suggested that maybe she can do that when she comes over to stay.Kimmy didn’t have a job as she had not long left college and jobs were in short supply but she wanted a career in beauty which personally I think she will be exceptionally good at if her haircutting skills are anything to go by and I was happy to help her out financially, “I’m training in massage too sir” she said which opened up yet another door, “Really”……..To Be Continued….

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All characters depicted in this story are fictional and over the age of 18.

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Mary and Alex had both awoke at roughly the same time. Alex rolled over and wrapped his arms around his mother. Her soft bare skin felt so soft that he unconsiously moaned as he brought his right hand up to hold her large bare breast.

“Mmmmm, good morning baby” Mary said softly.

“Morning Mom” Alex mumbled, his eyes still closed. The lighting in the room was low and warm, but seemed to be gradually increasing in brightness.

For awhile they just lay there, enjoying the warmth of their embrace. Alex was sporting a wicked pee hard, but didn’t want to break the perfection of the moment by putting it to use or by getting up. He felt so much closer to his mother than he ever had before, it was truly a unique feeling. He began to explore the nature of those emotions and genuinely couldn’t put a finger on the exact way he felt. He loved his mom like any son in a loving, trusting parental relationship. He also felt a strong attraction to her that made him feel protective, and maybe even a little possessive. His mind drifted to his Dad.

What would his Dad say if he found out what had happened? The first thought was that of concern, he wondered where his Dad and sister were and felt a tinge of panic at the thought he might not get to see them again. He imagined meeting them and having to explain to his Dad that he had been intimate with his wife and that they were going to have a baby. This thought brought a mix of jealousy and guilt. Alex arrested the idea to more closely dissect it. His Dad loved him whole-heartedly and they had always had a strong relationship as well, so he doubted that the news would sever their relationship. At the same time he felt like his Dad would be hurt and possibly even feel betrayed by both his mom and himself. He self-corrected this line of thinking. They hadn’t been given much of a choice now that he thought about it. There had been the incident a few months before in his mom’s bedroom, but beyond that, he had had no idea who he was with the day/night before. This helped ease his concerns. Surely his Dad would understand that he and his mom had been drugged and that he had been blindfolded. He would understand that these people here were doing this on purpose and that they had really no say in it. This thought eased his conscience and allowed him to continue their warm embrace.

Mary’s thought process was quite similar in fact. She walked herself through the events of the previous day/night and couldn’t find a single point at which she was given a choice. The only guilt that tugged at her was a result of their previous encounter, but even that had felt natural at the time. As her mind settled on the same conclusions as Alex’s she looked over at her son, his eyes closed, a look of utter peace and happiness on his face. How could this be wrong if the outcome was this bliss? Here they lay, as naturally as two people could and she felt good about it overall. Would it be wrong if they had sex this morning now that the drugs were all worn off? She searched herself for the slightest feeling of guilt at that idea, but the most she could detect was a bit of uneasiness. She felt much more concsious of the emotional impact this might have on Alex and wondered if it would be wise to give it some time.

She could also feel the lingering effects of the gas she had been given the night before, it made her pussy throb uncontrollably from time to time. Her tits felt swollen and unaturally hard, even at this early hour in her “day.” The idea of her being pregnant didn’t seem real, but she supposed that it was possible given the way she had felt after their session the day before.

As if he could detect her uneasiness, Alex hopped out of bed and headed to the small bathroom in the entryway of their suite, his long hard cock leading him there with a hint of urgency. Mary felt pride at the sight of his impressive organ and smiled a bit. After a few minutes, he reappeared and climbed back in bed next to her. He felt a little nervous about talking about any of the thoughts he was having this morning, unsure of how his mom might respond. He looked up and noticed that the TV was on, but the screen was blank. This might give them something to focus on without necessarily having to talk about it all just yet.

He grabbed the remote and started surfing. The lower numbered channels seemed to be DVR playback of various network tv classics from I Dream of Jeannie through to Seinfeld. As he continued upward through the channels, he was surprised to find that above channel 20 the video streams were of empty rooms, assumably security cam streams from other places here in the complex. He hadn’t been able to see anything but the small suites and medical observation rooms since his arrival a couple of weeks prior. Some of the cams were of hallways, others of storage rooms heavily stocked with various supplies. As he thumbed through them, he landed on kahramanmaraş escort a large cafeteria with tables and chairs. It seemed cavernous from the perspective of the camera. There were probably a dozen people in this room. A few sat alone, others looked like families similar to his own. He looked over at his Mom.

“So we’re NOT the only ones here” he asserted.

“It would seem not” Mary said drifting off, momentarily stunned. As she said this, several people in the screen turned simultaneously and looked at the camera. One man stood up and approached the digital eye.

“Hello” he said as he approached. “I’m Bill, you’re Mary and Alex right?”

This was even more shocking than the sight of so many people in one place.

“Oh wow, they can hear us” Alex stated flatly.

“Uhh, Hi…. Yes, how did you know?” Mary responded.

“Oh because your channel says so at the bottom. This screen probably got left on your channel last night after… Well.. you know” he smiled broadly with a toothy grin.

Alex reacted immediately changing the channel quickly.

“Oh Shit!” Mary exclaimed. She turned to Alex eyes the size of saucers. “They all saw us…??” Both Alex and Mary were reeling at this news. What the hell kind of place was this?

They sat in silence staring at each other so stunned that they didn’t notice the room being surveyed on the screen. After a few moments of stunned silence, their gaze refocused on the tv screen. Before them was what looked like a lab with two beds, one on either end of the room. In one bed, a nude man seemed to be strapped to a bed. In the other a younger nude woman seemed to be sleeping. It was hard to see any identifying features from the camera’s vantage, but the two looked increasingly familiar.

“Mr. Allister.. Frank if I may..” the voice sounded canned and the accent was unmistakeablely Dr. Alvarez.

“FRANK!!!!” Mary shrieked instantly tearing up. The camera angle cycled through several different vantages, the nude man was undoubtedly Frank. Another switch of view landed on the beautiful, nude sleeping young woman.

“OH MY GOD” Alex was floored.

No one responded to their voices this time.

“AND THAT’S SASHA ALEX!” Mary shrieked again, her hands covering her mouth as the tears flowed down her face. Mary was elated and felt a huge wave of relief wash over her. She had been worried that they were dead for months now and the undercurrent of that stress had been overwhelming on so many occassions that she couldn’t count the number of times she had cried.

Frank looked/sounded pissed off, struggling against the leather restraints as Dr. Alvarez explained to him where he was.

“….. While there are certainly other groups of humans living in bunkers in various places, we’ve had no contact from anyone in a long time” Alvarez lied.

“Mom, what the hell is going on here?”

“FRANK!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!??” Mary shouted. There was no response as Frank replied to the doctor.

“Wait a minute. You’re saying that you’re detaining us so that we can repopulate the earth?” Frank asked on screen.

“Why did they tie Dad up Mom?” Alex’s eyes remained fixed on the screen as the camera angles changed every 20 seconds or so. The sight of his sister was both shocking and arousing. She had a gorgeous pair of breasts and he salivated as his eyes poured over her bare pussy lips. She was laying on her back with one leg bent at the knee off to one side. There was interestingly no signs of restraints on her as he watched her chest rise and fall regularly. He did notice her nipples hardening as she began to apparently awake.

There was more shock to be had as Dr. Alvarez explained that he intended to have Sasha be impregnated by her father.

Moments later Sasha stumbled across the room and climbed on top of Frank. Mary couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Frank obviously had major reservations and did his best to resist, but like he was with Mary, once things firmed up for Frank, there was little turning back.

“They must have drugged her too Mom, hear how she’s talking? She sounds drunk.” Alex’s eyes were locked on the image of his sister as she mounted his Dad. It was pretty obvious what was about to take place and Alex’s cock was hardening in anticipation. He sat up a bit and wrapped his arms around his Mother’s breasts, comforting her as she looked to be nearly having a panic attack.

“OH MY GOD Alex, they’re going to have sex…” Mary was still stunned.

“Just like they had us do” Alex finished her sentence.

As Sasha talked to her Dad, seducing him with skill, Alex’s hand began to rub Mary’s nipples, one after the other. Mary could feel her arousal increasing as she watched her sexy daughter rub her hands all over her husband. There was a tinge of jealousy, but then she realized how ironic this was and her attention went to the juices building up inside her womanhood.

Then Sasha sat up a bit, reaching behind her and grabbing Frank’s kahramanmaraş escort bayan member. Mary sat up, climbing up to stand on her knees in bed, the blanket falling away revealing her full figure to Alex. His view of the tv was now blocked by his mother’s sensuous curves and he climbed up to his knees to look over her shoulder.

Sasha’s ass pushed down on Frank’s cock as he unconvincingly plead with her to stop. Mary’s ass instinctively pushed back against Alex’s crotch as his arms wrapped around her breasts again.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen…” Alex sounded like he was a million miles away as both of them gazed at the screen. A close up view of Sasha’s soaked pussy sliding up and down on Frank’s rock hard cock filled their view. Her juices were running down the back of his cock as each hump sent him deeper and deeper into his daughter. Alex’s cock responded with a hard twitch against the crack of his mom’s ass. Mary responded unconsiously by bending forward slighty, opening the crack of her ass up for her hard son.

As Sasha moved into a slow pace on the screen Alex positioned his plank against the hard surface of his mom’s sphincter. Mary exhaled heavily pushing back against the head of Alex’s wet cock-tip. Alex pressed forward as the precum on his dick lubed his mother’s ripe asshole. Mary’s mind was a blur as the images streamed into her consciousness and the idea of her husband’s rod penetrating the tender pink of her daughter’s sweet pussy sent her into a sexual state previously unrivaled. Mary glanced over her shoulder at her son’s face. His eyes met hers and he smiled as he pushed forward against her sensitive anal entrance. His cock head pushed in more as her brown eye relaxed and let just the very tip peek through.

Mary leaned forward onto her hands pushing her ass down and back to give Alex better access. Her hand landed on the remote and she pushed it to the side. Alex flawlessly matched his mother’s repositioning and brought the end of his cock to bear on her anus after lubing it with a bit of spit. He looked down at the wet, sticky, brown star that now partially enveloped the very tip of his cock and then back up as his mom looked over her shoulder at him with a naughty smile on her face. He wasted no time, but was gentle as he pushed his tool forward into her anal canal. The head of his cock disappeared past the rim of her sphincter into the sweet darkness of her bowel with a plop. It was apparent that this wasn’t Mary’s first anal sex adventure.

“AHHHH!!” Mary moaned as Alex penetrated her anus. On screen Sasha was now getting into a solid rhythm atop her daddy’s cock. Sasha began to pant slightly, the audio filling the room. “Oh dear God Frank” Mary said flatly.

Alex was pushing in and out of her ass slowly, making sure not to move too suddenly. They savored the sensation of her tight seal sliding back and forth over Alex’s meat slab. Sasha began to bounce on her father’s knob, rubbing her nipples and throwing her head back and forth as she panted. Mary was panting as well now as Alex increased in pace and intensity on her backside.

Alex began grunting as he bottomed out with every stroke. He had a handful of his mom’s glorious ass cheeks in each palm as he slid out and pushed forward until his balls slapped her pussy. As he pulled back for the next stroke, he spit down onto the top of his cock to increase the lubrication. Mary responded by pushing back and meeting the following thrust with the full weight of her hips. This sent Alex’s cock all the way into her colon with a grunt.

Their grunting and breathing intensified as Sasha claimed that she was going to cum soon. Frank responded with an invitation for her to cum on his cock followed by “I Love You so much.”

This drove both Mary and Alex into a frenzy. Alex was now effectively pounding his mom’s asshole. He was at 90% strength as he plowed into her ass cheeks sending small spongy waves over the surface of her generous plump butt. As the entire family fucked in unison, Sasha began to scream out “FUCK ME DADDY!!” over and over. Frank’s ass was now bobbing up and down underneath her, pistoning in and out of her tight slit. The closeup of her pussy came back into view and Mary could see her muscles starting to spasm, her ass cheeks quivering between each slap.

“Holy Shit Frank’s gonna blow in her” Mary said as she saw his balls begin to tighten upward. Alex was close to eruption and each thrust brought him closer. The shaking of the bed sent the remote over the edge to the wood planks below with a loud clack.

“Oh God Mom!” Alex shuddered as his hips went into automatic mode.

Mary was lost in bliss again, this time her ass being the source of her intense pleasure. She and Frank had had anal sex fairly infrequently throughout their marriage. It had always started off painful and ended with him blowing his load onto her back. Never had it been this good. She felt only pleasure as she arched escort kahramanmaraş her back thrusting her empty cunt against the slap of Alex’s balls. As Alex’s hips started bucking her rapidly, she could feel something building in her that she had never felt before. It was a warm feeling that started in her stomach and reached down deep inside of her. She could feel the muscles in her posterior starting to clench in pulses on top of Alex’s cock.

“Oh my babies…” she gushed as she watched Frank shoot the first hot shot into their daughter. Sasha’s head flew back and she screamed as his cum plastered her insides.

“OH DAD!!!.. PUT A BABY IN!!!” Sasha yelled loudly as she dropped hard from the tip of his cock til he was buried balls-deep in her. Frank yelled out as he blasted her again.

That was all that Alex could take as he pulled his mother’s hips hard, ramming her asshole. His balls seized upward shooting a wad of hot semen deep into her guts. Mary felt that clenching feeling expand all the way through her pelvis and into her anus as she began to orgasm. Her asshole squeezed down hard on Alex’s member as she bucked backwards uncontrollably. She felt him pull her hips against his as he spasmed.

“OH GOD SON!!!!” she screamed as the orgasm wracked her body. Her whole body seemed to be writhing like a worm, sucking the cum out of her son’s vibrating member. Alex pounded over and over into the depths of his mother’s bowel, filling it with a thick oozing cream. The sound of his cock slurping in and out of her tight ass only invigorated him and he shot yet again. This time his eyes settled on the white cum oozing out of his sister’s sloppy hole atop his dad’s cock and he longed to plunge his spunk into her cunt as he finished firing the remainder of his balls into his mom.

By the time it was over they were making long grunting animal sounds. Alex pulled his softening member back and a large clump of white spooge dripped out of his mom’s asshole into her sopping wet pussy.

On screen Sasha was hugging her dad and then dismounting. The screen went black.

Mary just continued to stare into the blackness, her mind completely numb and blank at this point. The sights and sounds of the last few minutes had simply overwhelmed her senses as she dropped her chest to the bed. Alex was still humping like a dog behind her, his cock poking slightly in and out of her pussy as the juice ran out of her ass.

“Mom, that was….”

“Amazing” she finished his sentence.

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Not long after they finished, they got cleaned up for the day and straightened the room. Alex continued to thumb up through the channels, hoping for another glimpse of his family. As he inspected the remote, he noticed a button with a microphone symbol. He continued his search through the channels of empty room after empty room. Finally he landed on a view of a suite very similar to their own. There was a woman, a younger woman and an older man all laying in bed, mindlessly staring at the tv. Alex decided to give the microphone button a shot. After pressing it he spoke timidly into the remote itself.

“Ummm Hello..?”

The people on screen all stirred, their gazes fixed on the camera’s eye.

“Hello there” the man replied. “I don’t have my glasses on who..”

The young woman sat up in bed, her long golden locks spilling over her shoulders “It’s Mary and Alex Grandpa” she said with a devious smirk on her face.

“It’s the mother and son who were tricked into having sex last night Dad” the older woman followed.

“Oh… Oh yes” the older man said sitting all the way up. “You two put on quite a show, we were just talking about how hot that was. Most people here aren’t really that interested in.. each other the way you two are.”

“I assume you are… let’s see… Ted, Nancy, and Geraldine?” Mary robotically read the on-screen label.

“I’m Nancy” the young blonde announced cocking her head to the side and biting her lip with a smile.

“Hi Nancy” Alex said grinning broadly.

“So, that’s what you people do? You sit around and watch other people have sex on these TV’s?” Mary’s tone was slightly accusational, but mostly embarrased.

“Hi Mary, I’m Geraldine. I know you’re new here, so I’ll do the honors of explaining how things work” the older woman said sitting up in bed.

“Oh that would be so helpful” Mary’s tone instantly softened. “What the hell is this place?”

“Well it’s not exactly easy to explain. When the attacks came everyone thought that it was the Russians or maybe the North Koreans. I’m a registered nurse and I was workin at Methodist at the time. The hemorrhagic fever killed people so fast that we couldn’t keep up with em. It was by far the worst thing I have EVER seen. After most of my co-workers had expired I decided to go home and look for Nancy and my Dad here. I was one of the last to survive in that hospital. I was simply amazed when I got home and found them well. I wasn’t even thinkin when I ran in and hugged em tight. Then I thought I had infected them for sure havin been round all those dying people coughin blood and what not” Geraldine talked with her hands. Her long dirty blonde hair had large looping curls in it that bounced along with her giant unrestrained melons under her thin white t-shirt as she delivered the narrative with her long draw.

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I lost my virginity at the first college party I ever went to. Nowadays, I’m sure that would be considered late in life, but there were plenty of guys like me back in ’62. Mom was overbearing. I guess I could blame her for always being around every corner, for hearing every pin drop. Looking back, she did what she had to. Dad was gone since I was a baby, so it was up to her and no other. She raised my sister and me alone, and in my opinion, she did a bang-up job. No, it wasn’t Mom’s fault that I waited so long. I won’t sob. Truth is, I lacked credentials, contenders, and most of all… confidence.

College was the first time I’d ever been away from home, and I took full advantage. The music was loud, the air was thick with smoke, and I couldn’t slug my way up the stairs without bumping twenty people. I clutched my cup, the same kind everyone else had, and I sipped those suds no matter how they struck me. I staggered down what seemed like a funhouse hallway and crashed into a room with a bed.

“You’re kind of ugly,” a soft voice said. “But I’ll do it with you anyways.” I opened my eyes and there was an angel, right in the doorway. She pulled my pants off, lifted her skirt, and climbed on top. My dick went inside, and it was so hot and warm and wet, it nearly blew my mind. She moaned and groaned and bounced and ground, and it didn’t take very long before I was done. I remember how she pulled herself free, how she kissed me on the cheek and walked out that door.

The next woman was twenty years older, and I saw her in the park on a drizzly Sunday morning while I walked my dog, a tangly little Shih Tzu that I called Blob. I’d let him off his leash so he could piss on a tree and sniff all around, and this beautiful woman came wandering down. She said “Hi” in a way that might mean more. The next day, I took Blob back to that very spot. She came to visit again, and the next day alsancak escort bayan the same. We talked a few times, and she told me she was married. She drove us to a cheap motel, the kind that charges by the hour, the kind that’s always stained. She let me eat her pussy and finger her ass and taste her cum. We did it three different ways before I pulled it out and covered her chest in shiny white pearls. It was the best thing I’d ever done. We had forty-five minutes left, so we shared a cigarette and did it again. I went to the park the day after that, but she never came back, not in a week, not in a month, so I eventually gave up.

The last girl I did it with was the one I wished I’d never met. My best friend hooked us up. Thanks for that, Tim. Thanks a lot. She was beautiful, smart, sexy… all the things I’d ever wanted. She moved like a cat when we danced — a sexy feline tramp. We went walking, and there was an alley, and it happened there, in a damp stairwell. She got on her knees, took me in her mouth, and told me not to finish. When she knew I was hot and closer than close, she turned around and pulled her pants down. I did what she wanted, no hesitation, no arguments about it.

We had sex every day for a month and a week, and then one morning, I got a note on top of my pillow. “Dear you, those times we had meant nothing. Don’t bother calling. I don’t want to know you.” I crushed the note, tore it into pieces, and dropped them in the ashtray. I burned them and flushed them down the toilet. When the ashes were gone in a gurgling swirl and the toilet had filled again, I spat blood in the water because I’d bitten my lip, so I took a piss and flushed it again. I looked in the mirror and saw a guy who was sick and tired and done with that town. That’s when I decided I wanted to get back home.

I drove my rusty muscle alsancak escort bayan car, blowing black smoke all the way. Mom waited at the door, and when she opened it wide and told me to come inside, the smell of fresh bread was all I needed. She hugged me tight and said my sister was on her way. We had dinner together, the three of us again, two full portions of Mom’s fresh bread and duck cassoulet. We drank wine and laughed, and I admitted I needed a break from that city life. Mom said my room was still there, not quite as I’d left it and in need of repair, but it was mine if I wanted, for as long as I cared. I moved my stuff in, and my sister helped unload. That’s when she told me, “First thing in the morn’, I’ll fix those wheels of yours… the exhaust, and brake lines for stopping.” I was relieved and happy she’d offered. My sister’s the best mechanic from here to New Hampshire, and that includes the guys down at Hell’s Gate Raceway, no matter what they tell you, and that’s final.

Later that night, we watched TV and played cards. The dishes were soaking, and the oven was hot. Mom’s cookies came in batches that filled the house with aromas of chocolate, peanut butter, and macadamia nut. I laid down three aces as the weatherman denied any part in the storm that was coming. The rain came fast, and when we heard it pelting, we rushed through the house and closed all the windows.

When we sat down again, my sister’s shirt was wet, and when I noticed her breasts, I felt bad and told her, “Your boobs… I see them both.”

She looked down at her chest and then back at me. “Shit,” she complained. “That’s my last shirt. Just pretend you don’t care.”

Mom came from the kitchen with a tray of fresh cookies, hot off the pan. She put them in front of us and smiled, just happy we were home. “Mmmm,” my sister moaned. escort alsancak “Those look so good.” She reached forward to take one, and, wrong as it was, I found myself staring at her lovely tight butt. She sat back beside me, stretched her legs out, and rested them on me. Her calves were smooth, her pink toenails done nice, and though it’s a sin, the wrongness made it right. Mom’s rocking chair creaked as she sat down beside us. Her baking complete, she picked up her knitting and made a tiny sweater, one with a little maple leaf.

In a few minutes, I thought I would burst, the throbbing and the pulsing the worst, but my sister just sat there like she had no idea. I felt like a pervert, and more than anything in the world, I wanted to go, to leave the room and let my pants down. But they were both there, and I was sure that they’d see. I tried to get comfortable, but there was no way. Mom wasn’t looking, and the light was low, and suddenly I felt it — a finger down below. My sister rubbed, scratched, and touched all around, with only my pants between her and my hound.

I started to squirt, and though I’m sure she knew it, Mom kept on knitting while my sister took me through it. I tried not to twitch and I tried not to moan, but my load came in pulses. I had no control. When it was over, there was no hiding, but they were kind and they didn’t make a fuss. When I stood up and started to leave, they smiled and wished me goodnight, just like it was nothing.

I woke up startled by the noise of power tools. Somewhere outside, they howled cruelly. I pulled on my clothes, poured some black coffee, and stepped into the garage. My sister was there, bent over the front of my car with grease halfway up her arm, wrenching in the engine bay. She stared as I came closer, black smeared on her brow, her hair a confusion… a shy and sexy frown. I came up beside her and kissed her on the ear. She smelled like gasoline, hard work, and family.

“I know it’s bad,” she whispered. “But I liked last night, and I’d do it again.” I pressed up against her and pinned her to the fender. Our crotches ground together, leather against denim. As we kissed, Mom appeared at the door with a plate of treats — maple cream, my favourite.

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Prologue

Hi, my name is Mike. My mom started teasing me this winter and I journaled about it from the beginning. I’ve been unsure about sharing but decided to post the first couple entries and see what people think. I’m a little worried about our privacy, but it’s one of those things I can only share on the internet.

Since this started I’ve been reading a lot of stuff on the internet and I’m surprised I’m not alone. And I know people ask a lot of questions, so I’ll try to answer some here, since my journals don’t really cover everything.

My mom’s name is Catherine but everyone calls her Katie, which she insists on being spelled with a ‘K.’ She’s 41 years old, about 5’4 or 5’5 and pretty thin, maybe 110 or 120 pounds. Her breasts are like a large B-cup or a small C-cup. The one thing I know about bra sizes is no one knows jack about bra sizes. Her butt looks pretty good in heels but when she wears flats I don’t really notice it. She’s a quarter Filipino, so her skin’s a little darker than most white people, but she still looks white. She has brown hair usually cut just past her shoulders with subtle highlights and brown eyes.

I’m around 6 feet or 6’1 and 180 pounds. I’m pretty muscular from soccer and obsessive tennis playing in childhood and high school, but I hate tennis now and video games are enough soccer for me. Haven’t lost the muscles yet though. I don’t really know how to describe my dick, I guess a lot of people want to know that. But it comes up a surprising amount in my entries so just keep reading.

My aunt Anne also comes up in this story and I actually did describe her. But I’ll do it again, she basically looks like an Asian version of my mom but thinner with bigger boobs. Probably DD if I had to guess. Same height as my mom, same skin tone, but you can tell she’s some kind of Asian (she’s not Asian enough for people to guess easily) and she has rather long black hair, also with highlights, and very dark brown eyes. She’s four years younger than my mom, but they are very close.

My aunt’s never been married and doesn’t have kids. I don’t know my dad, I don’t have siblings, and no, my mom isn’t married. Supposedly she was married to my dad, but I’m not so sure.

And no, I can’t send you pictures of them. But I hope you enjoy hearing about us anyway.

December 17, 2020

I was watching TV to relax after my last final when my mom came and sat much too close to me on the loveseat. She was still wearing the high heels and short skirt that she had worn to work. My mom’s company is a bunch of jerks that won’t let her work from home, and she was home late for some reason. She was probably freezing without the black pantyhose she usually wore in the winter.

She asked me how I was going to celebrate the end of the semester and I told her there was no way to celebrate. She told me she knew I couldn’t go out but we could still have fun, then put two shot glasses on the coffee table and poured some vodka. I reminded her that I don’t really drink but she pleaded “Oh just one to celebrate yourself. I’m not telling you to get drunk with your mom.”

So I gave in and we threw back the shots. As I made a noise of disgust, my mom put a hand on my thigh and told me not to worry, I’d start feeling good in a minute. She leaned back and let out a deep sigh as I felt her bare leg press up against my pants. “I’m feeling good already,” she said. We sat in silence for a few minutes until she got up and clicked to her room for the rest of the evening.

December 18, 2020

I spent the first day of winter break much like my boring quarantine summer, switching between TV, video games, and jacking off. I don’t even like video games that much, they just provide long-form entertainment. I need to figure something else out, but by the time my mom came home, I was just on the loveseat watching TV again. Her heels betrayed every step she made through the house, putting her stuff down and doing who knows what. Her shoes stayed on until she came to join me on the couch, where she plopped down and flung her nylon-clad feet onto my lap. She’d never done that before. “Hungry yet?” she asked.

“No, didn’t use much energy today.”

“We’ll have to change that. But could you rub your mom’s feet? It’s been a long week.”

“Um, sure,” I agreed. Seemed a little weird, but no harm I guess.

She began breathing deeply as I rubbed one foot. Eventually breathlessly told me “Now switch,” let me go for a minute, and groaned “That’s just right. Switch again.”

So I figured out exactly how to rub my mom’s feet. As I continued, her deep breaths would occasionally become sharp, then eventually they became soft moans. The moans were almost sexual, not quite the moans of sex but the moans of when foreplay is reaching its height. I felt myself harden. “Those are just the sounds of a massage,” I told myself. But they were too arousing. I slightly shifted her feet so she wouldn’t feel my cock pulsing. I tried reminding myself that she was my mom, but that only made yozgat escort my dick throb harder.

Finally she sat up and said, “Wow, you are good at that. Must have made you popular in the girls’ dorms.”

I forced a laugh. “Not really, never done that before.”

“Well then you’re a natural. I’ll make us dinner as a thank-you.”

Dinner was normal, except for the fact that we ate together. My messed up Covid/school schedule usually has me eating at odd hours. After eating we spent most of the night separately. I’m in my room now writing this, waiting for the sounds of my mom going to bed so I can find some porn for a release.

December 21, 2020

The weekend was normal, well, quarantine normal. But after my mom came home tonight, things got a little weirder. This time I was playing video games on the sofa, in part so I could lay out and see the screen but also to avoid another foot rub ambush. My mom walked right in front of the TV to come sit on the couch with me. “Mom!” I shouted.

“Sorry, honey,” she said as she sat and faced me, wiggling her legs past mine. “I was just hoping for another massage. You know how tough that office can get.”

Her blocking the screen was enough for me to lose, so I agreed. I guess she’s determined now to get a foot rub any time she’s tired. I sat up and turned so that I could sit back, but in doing so, her foot hit my hardening cock. I hadn’t even noticed I was getting an erection until I felt my mom’s foot pressing my penis into my leg. But she noticed. “Oh honey,” she said, “should we not be doing this?”

I tried to play it like I didn’t have a boner. “No, I mean, I don’t know. It’s a little weird but it’s not like a problem.”

“No, I mean because it seems like it’s turning you on,” she said, and rubbed her foot into my cock again.

“Oh no,” I said. “No that’s not because of you, that just happens sometimes to guys my age.”

“Really? I mean, twenty’s a little old for random boners. Haven’t you had sex?”

“I’m still nineteen, and yes I’ve had sex, but it still happens.”

“Well I’ve heard if you’ve had good sex it shouldn’t, but maybe it’s just been too long in quarantine.”

“Mom, this is really weird.”

“Then don’t get hard for your mother,” she said, lying back. “Now can I still get a foot rub?”

I agreed and again her breathing became sexual and eventually turned to moans. A few times she rubbed her foot into my engorged cock. After the second time, she started doing the same with the other foot into my leg, as if to pretend she was just clenching her foot. I’m embarrassed to say it felt good, great. When she decided she’d had enough, she got up, put her hand on my chin, kissed my cheek and whispered, “You can take care of yourself but you better be good. Auntie Anne’s coming for Christmas and I know you’ve always had a crush on her.” Then she quickly walked out.

How could my mom know that? I would never try anything with my aunt, sometimes I get overcome and touch myself to her, but I never even let myself cum thinking about her. But her huge tits, anyone would crush on those. She’s my mom’s full sister, but they’re a quarter Filipino so you can’t tell. My aunt looks like an Asian version of my mom, who looks White. They both highlight their hair, but my mom’s is brown and my aunt’s is black.

I couldn’t help but watch my mom’s body sway as she left. She actually has a better body than her sister, I realized. Her breasts are normal, but her body has more shape despite being quite thin. Anne’s body is so thin that the only curves are the outlines of her chest. I need a release now. If I’m quiet in my room, my mom shouldn’t hear.

December 23, 2020

I spent yesterday evening hidden in my room and tried to do the same tonight. Monday night I had tried jerking to porn, but I wasn’t getting there. I thought about my aunt for a bit which brought me to the edge. Before I could switch back to the porn, flashes of my aunt and my mom ran through my mind and I exploded with cum. I was embarrassed, I sometimes thought about my aunt but I had never cum to a family member. Now I’ve cum to my two closest.

So that’s why I locked myself away. But tonight my mom came tapping at my door about an hour or two after she got home from work. I was in bed scrolling through my phone. She asked me if everything was OK and I said it was. “Did I take things a little too far with the foot rubs?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her nylons were off and she crossed a bare leg towards me.

“I mean, some of the things you said got a little weird.”

“I’m sorry I teased you about Auntie Anne, but you have a tendency to stare.”

“Well any teenage boy would look at her, but that doesn’t mean I have a crush on her.”

“OK, I’ll be nicer. Your foot rubs have really helped relieve the stress and I enjoy feeling closer to my son.”

“OK,” I said.

“So will you give me one now?”

“OK,” I said again.

She lifted her shapely legs and rotated yozgat escort bayan her body to place them on my lap. Somehow she kept them pressed together as she made the movement, preventing me from seeing up her skirt in a surprising exhibit of strength from someone with almost no time to exercise. One foot came to rest on my thigh while the other nestled between my legs, inches from where I felt myself hardening. She pivoted her foot a bit and pressed into my erection. “You’ll have to stop getting stiffies for your mom,” she softly chided me.

“I told you, it’s just random,” I protested.

“Twice is a pattern.”

“OK, look,” I said. “When I rub your feet, it sounds like girls during foreplay. So it just does that.”

“Mmhmm. Just rub my feet you dirty boy.” I lifted the foot between my legs and started rubbing. “Such a dirty boy sexualizing his mother’s enjoyment.”

I didn’t respond, I just rubbed her feet in silence. Maybe she was right, maybe there was nothing wrong with how she was enjoying the massages. But as her heavy breathing came to moaning, I was sure there was no way a foot rub could force those sounds from her. Her skirt had crept up a bit and in my heightened state, I couldn’t resist looking. Her legs were so smooth, she was trying to keep them closed but was too lost in her massage. I couldn’t see anything, perhaps she was wearing black panties under her black skirt and I couldn’t make anything out. But just seeing those long legs was enough. My fantasies crossed the line the other night, and I’m not interested in going back.

When my mom got up from the massage, she kissed my forehead and whispered, “I know you’re a good boy, just keep those dirty thoughts away. Do what you need to.”

I did what I needed before writing this, and now I’ll need to again. Somehow I’ll have to stop this addiction to my mom, but how can I until COVID is over?

December 25, 2020

I woke up late yesterday, around Noon. My mom was already up and about, in bare feet wearing a floral dress with a revealing top and flowing skirt to just about her knee. “Morning lazy,” she brightly greeted me. “Anne’s coming around four, so make sure you’re showered and dressed by then.”

“Are we going to the kiddie service?” I asked. Usually Anne comes over later on Christmas Eve so we can have dinner and go to nine o’clock church. The kids’ service is at five.

“There’s no church, silly,” Mom reminded me. “Everything’s just so boring these days that I wanted her to come early. You can stream it if you want.”

“Well then I’m dressed.” I was wearing basketball shorts and an undershirt.

My mom looked at me coldly and said, “I want us still to look nice, even if this year it’s just the three of us in the house.”

“Mom, my ‘nice’ clothes are so lame.”

“Then wear what you’d wear to a college party and we’ll shop for better clothes when we can go out again. Your aunt likes young guys, I’m sure your style would pass for her.”

I turned with an eyeroll and went back to my room. She was teasing again. I wasted time in there until I heard my aunt arrive. My mom had put on strappy nude heels as if dressed for summer and not the dead of winter. California. My aunt was dressed more for the season but perhaps not for a family gathering. She wore a red dress with half sleeves that showed just a bit of cleavage while hugging her bust. The dress was loose around her legs but only came just below her butt. Her boots were thigh-high with very high heels. It was bound to be a good evening.

We did have fun, not just because my aunt looked so sexy. Probably because she and my mom got into the wine. Eventually my mom started to get a bit sloppy and decided to go to bed. With her gone, my aunt turned to me and said “So I hear you give great foot rubs.”

“Um, I guess so.”

“Well I’m going to need one. These boots are fun but I can’t wear them unless there’s a man to take care of me.”

“Um, OK.”

“Shall we do it on your bed?”

“Sure,” I agreed, but stayed seated. As soon as she mentioned a foot rub, a boner began to grow, which I needed to get down. Instead I followed her to my bedroom, hopefully soft by the time she sat on my bed.

“Do you mind helping me take these off?” she asked as she unzipped her boots. “It’s quite unattractive when I do it.”

I stepped over to her but told her I didn’t know how to get them off. She told me to start at the top, get the boot over her knee, then do the heel and from there it’s easy. I did as she said, while she kept her dress modest with a hand on her lap and I failed at hiding my resurgent wood. She told me “Socks too,” then as I stood up she put a bare foot on my hip and moved me to the bed, then tapped my erection with her toe. “Your mom told me you can be naughty during these, but I won’t tell her.”

Great, I thought, now they’re both teasing me. I sat on the edge of my bed but Anne instructed me to scoot up and sit against the headboard because she wanted to be able escort yozgat to see me. So I did and we sat in almost the same position as I had sat with my mom the previous night. I rubbed her feet, just like I did for my mom, and while she wasn’t quite so vocal, she did breathe deeply as if aroused. Hearing her and looking up her long legs to her large, heaving chest was the maybe most erotic experience I’ve had. Eventually she moved one leg to my side and then began rubbing her other foot against my cock. She lifted her head and said “Thank you honey, that was amazing.”

“Um, good, thank you.”

“Your mom is so cruel to leave you hard, do you like what I’m doing?”

“I don’t think you should.”

“No, you’re very naughty to look at your aunt, but you took care of me so I’ll help you a little.”

“Oh God, Auntie Anne.” She was going to make me cum soon. From a foot job. Through my pants. Either I was incredibly horny or she is incredibly talented in bed.

“You can’t keep getting hard like this for you aunt and mother.” She said it like a warning but her foot kept working my throbbing member.

She continued, “Your mom’s not used to attention like I am. She needs a man to take control. I don’t think she can process having such a horny son.”

“Anne, I’m so close,” I breathed.

And she stopped and stood up. “I can’t encourage your dirty thoughts too much. You’ll have to finish that.”

I started pulling my cock out before she even left the room. I thought I saw her turn for a glance, but I was too focused on jacking myself. I don’t know if I finished before or after she closed the door, but I know I exploded all over my pants and shirt then passed out. I woke early this morning, not because I was excited for presents, but because my light was still on and I was still in jizz-covered day clothes.

Today she acted like nothing happened. It was really just a regular Christmas, minus their parents and cousins. Except my mom wore a tiny pair of shorts in the morning and Anne wore a sleep shirt that was barely longer than last night’s dress. They usually wore pajamas that covered most everything, I think. Are they teasing again? Or am I just in my head, remembering wrong?

December 26, 2020

My mom came into my room last night while I was scrolling my phone to relax for sleep. She didn’t knock. “Anne told me what you did last night,” she said in a slightly accusatory tone and sat on my bed.

“Just a foot rub like I give you.”

“She told me you tempted her into pleasuring your cock.”

“No, she just accidentally hit it, nothing different from you. I can’t help when it gets hard.” Maybe she didn’t really know and the desperate lie would work.

“Well you can help that you’re a little pervert, and that’s what’s making it hard.”

“I’m not, Mom. I really don’t mean it.”

“I guess it’s OK, maybe you have to grow up too fast. College boys need slutty college girls to fuck and you haven’t had that. But you can’t tempt your aunt, you know young men are her weakness.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I didn’t tempt her.” I had never heard her talk that way, but I still needed to defend myself.

“If you didn’t tempt her, why else would she give you a foot job? Are you calling my sister a slut?”

“No, I don’t know why she did it, and it wasn’t a foot job, she just rubbed me through my pants a little. I tried to stop her.” I was hard by this point, remembering the previous night and hearing my mom talk about sluts.

“You didn’t try very hard. You should know by now that women get turned on when you resist a little.”

“Mom, really, I don’t understand how I did anything.”

She moved up closer to me then pulled down my covers and placed a hand on my stiff member. “Maybe this little guy is just doing the thinking for you,” she said in almost a sultry tone as she began working my cock through my shorts.

“Mom!” I gasped.

“See, you are a dirty boy, getting off from your mom.”

“I can’t help it,” I groaned, twisting my pelvis into her hand.

She abruptly stopped. “You’re right,” she said. “You can’t help it, you’re thinking with your dick. I’ll have to figure out what to do about this.”

She kissed my forehead, said goodnight and left. I was stunned but also incredibly turned on. I jacked myself to sleep, thinking about if my mom had decided to ride me instead of leaving.

December 27, 2020

Nothing eventful happened yesterday, except that my mom wore a short skirt all day. She wears somewhat short skirts to work, but this one was shorter and cheap material, like for around the house. And I was the only person she would see for the day. I had seen her legs many times, but never really admired them. Plus, I almost never see her in a skirt with bare legs and bare feet, but that was how she was all day yesterday.

But I’m really writing for what just happened. I was taking a shower, neither of our bathrooms have working locks but being just the two of us there’s never been a problem. Suddenly the door opened and my mom pulled back the shower curtain. She was wearing the same tiny shorts from Christmas and a sky blue tank top that her nipples poked through. I shouted “Mom!” and turned away, to which she responded, “Oh don’t act like you haven’t had this fantasy.”

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Baggage claim at Southwest International was packed with spring breakers but I could see Dad’s big smile above the crowd. As I wove through the crowd, I had forgotten how similar we are in build. Tall. ‘Nose to nose’ I’d always say to him.

I hadn’t seen him but more in passing a few times in the last fifteen years. I went from a Buckeye to a California girl when I married, and Dad moved to Naples a few years ago. To enjoy life year round, as he told me.

Recently divorced, I wanted to take some time away, and frankly, wanted to spend time with Dad. I’m not a young chickie at thirty-five, and seeing Dad’s silver hair reminded me he is getting no younger either.

“JJ! I’m so glad you’re here,” he said along with a big hug. “Lets get out of this mess.”

It’s not a long drive from Ft Myers to Naples, but since it was my first visit to Florida, I enjoyed it. We stopped for lunch.

“I never eat at chain restaurants.” He was a big supporter of locally owned. He explained how the money stayed in the local economy, and we may be supporting a neighbor down the street. They called him by his name, Jack, and it was apparent he was well liked. I’ll admit I had a whole lot of the warm fuzzies being with Dad. Family is everything. Mom died when I was seventeen. I have no siblings. I’m child-free. He is all I have.

We pulled in the drive and I was already impressed with what Dad did with the house in just a few years. He had found a foreclosure for a deal, gutted it and redesigned the interior. I had only seen pictures and was anxious to check it out. I thought we Californians had outdoor living nailed, but I realized this was outdoor living right here.

His lot was edged with fire orange bougainvillea, that created stunning color and privacy. Can’t see through that hedge, I thought, and those thorns will deter any snoopers. The back wall of his living room was glass that slid into the wall, opening the whole room to the pool and lounge area. The master had a private lounging area by the pool as did the guest room on the opposite side of the house.

“I’ll give you the detailed tour later, hon,” he said, bringing my luggage into the guest room. “You freshen up, take a nap, do whatever after that long flight.”

I flew non-stop and felt gritty so a shower was in order. Being a beach girl in California, I had a lot of bathing suits and of course I brought them all. I picked out a one piece, high cut split front suit and intended to do some serious lounging. Catching myself in the full length mirror, I thought for 35 you look pretty damn good girl.

My breasts were, as my ex said, more than a handful. Small enough to sit high on my chest, but big enough for some sexy cleavage. My height meant I had long lean legs. Beach volleyball kept me toned. I smiled approval at myself, pinned up my long brunette hair and went in search of my Dad.

“Dad you’re looking good, all tanned and fit!” He had changed into beach shorts and was bare chested. Dark tanned skin highlighted the glints of gray on his chest. Finding myself checking him out more than I should, I headed out to the pool.

“So are you baby, so are you.” I knew his eyes were on me as I moved the lounger and got ready to settle in for some serious down time. Although my suit was one piece, it was cut high over my hips, which created a narrow front piece that ran between my legs before flaring out to cover a socially acceptable look at my ass. I had planned on a different suit every day, just for the fun of it. But now, maybe a little teasing would be fun.

“You know I love beach volleyball, and it’s true, we Californians love our fruits and nuts,” I laughed. “Seriously though, I eat well and I suspect you do too,” I murmured appreciatively, taking in his well toned body. I’m sure he got out to golf more than he did in Ohio, but it appears he did more than that to stay in shape.

“You take care of yourself and it shows,” he said, his eyes taking me in head to toe, giving me the same once over. yalova escort “How long can you stay with me, by the way.”

Like a cat, I stretched out in the sun, almost purring. “I’m on leave, so it’s open really. I needed a break after the divorce, so I guess it’s until you kick me out.” He laughed, both of us knowing that wasn’t going to happen.

Clear blue skies, sea gulls squawking above, the palms and banana leaves rustled in the wind lulled me into a dreamy nap. The scent of coconut broke through an erotic dream. Watching Dad rubbing the lotion into his skin was oddly the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My pussy gushingly agreed. Thankfully the suit was black and Dad couldn’t seen the wet spot between my legs, but my hard nipples poking out would be hard to miss. Bullets or headlights my ex called them.

“Mmmm, I should do that too before I get burned.”

“Yeah, Florida sun can be a bitch.” He handed me the bottle. “Or would you like me to do it?”

It was time to flip, so I rolled onto my stomach. “Please!”

He rubbed the lotion between his hands and started stroking my back. My suit was cut into a deep V in the back, and the scant bit covering my ass actually left most of my ass uncovered.

Long slow strokes from shoulders to the top of my ass. It was all so sensual, the sounds, the tropical scents, the warm sun on my skin. Experienced hands on me made me squirm. His fingers stroked up my side, fingers slowed on the out curve of my breast. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Back down and his fingers wrapped my breast more, lingering again.

“Beautiful, JJ,” he murmured.

Little did he know I was anything but relaxed. I shouldn’t feel this way about my Dad. His hands on my body, his nearness shouldn’t turn me on like this. But right now. Right this minute. He was a man more than my Dad. A man that wasn’t rubbing sun lotion into his daughter’s skin, but stroking in the most seductive way. And I know he had the same feelings. At that moment I knew our relationship changed.

“Let me get your legs,” he whispered, his voice quavering a bit with sexual tension.

Stroking from the knee down, to start. Then I felt his slick hands open and sliding up the back of my thighs.

“Spread your legs a bit, baby.” My mind flashed to him between my thighs, soft cradle of inner thigh and hot wet pussy. My legs wrapped around him.

His thumbs caressed my inner thigh, and came close, oh so close to my pussy. My suit was soaked and wet and he had to smell my sex. His thumbs tantalizingly close. More lotion and his hands were on my ass. Seductive massage, strokes, and squeezes nearly sent me over the edge. I moaned.

“Oh baby,” he breathed.

His hands on thighs up over my ass, thumbs barely brushing the needy wetness between my legs. I wanted to rip my bathing suit off. I wanted his hands all over me. His hands on my breasts, squeezing, plucking my hard nipples. Sliding down over my flat stomach and finally his hands on my cunt. Rubbing my swollen sensitive lips, wet from my juices. Moaning from his hands on my inner thighs, sliding his hands under me and squeezing my ass. Lifting me high. I wanted him to know me as intimately as he could. I wanted his face there. I wanted his cock there. No. Fuck it. I needed him there.

And I wanted my hands all over his hard body. I wanted to know where my touch makes him moan. I want to feel his hardness and his softness. I wanted my hands to map his body so when he is inside me, I know what he needs. What he wants. I am in no rush I decide. This will be he best for us both. There is no rush. Once we start being intimate, it will never end. I know this.

“I think I have you all covered.” His voice brought me back. His hands were gone and he was back laid out on his lounger. I watched him through slit eyes, the bulge in his swim shorts hard to miss. He didn’t try to hide it. We weren’t playing games, but a slow seduction. Tantalizing and teasing each other.

I must have dozed off. “JJ hon, you need to get out of the sun. I made us a light lunch.”

I went to the table, not bothering with a cover up. The V of my suit well below my breasts. The inside of the V just covering my nipples. yalova escort bayan I knew when I moved my breasts would be very visible. The soft under-curve, the hard nipple, large aureole. Seducing my own father. He no longer was just my Dad. He was a virile man. Hard and lean but with the silver of experience.

I leaned across the table and touched his hand. “Dad, I’m so glad I came here. I just realized how much I missed you not being a constant part of my life.”

“JJ you have no idea how much I love having you here. Near. It has been too long. We have a lot to learn about each other. I’m thinking the discovery is going to be fun,” he laughed. He knew what I wanted and we were going to make it last. Draw it out. I smiled. “I don’t know about you, but I need to get this lotion off me. I haven’t taken you on a tour yet, I think it’s time to see my pool shower!”

I never noticed a shower but followed him around the pool to a wall of exotic plants. I never thought of Florida as being as beautiful as California, but I was learning otherwise. He took my hand and led me behind the wall.

I gasped as we stepped into the middle of orchids and other blooming plants. The walls were covered and colorful blooms over our heads along with a shower head, both ends were open but the plantings afforded plenty of privacy. Secluded. Seductive. The scent heavenly.

“What do you think? I designed it myself. I didn’t think I was such a green thumb. I surprised myself!” he laughed.

“It’s gorgeous, Dad! I’ve never seen anything like it. I feel like I’m in a secret hide-a-way.”

“You are! Sort of. Totally private. I designed it that way,” he chuckled, almost embarrassed.

“Yes yes. It’s very, ummmm, seductive, Daddy.” I saw him react. I haven’t called him Daddy since I was very young, and the point wasn’t lost on him.

He reached up to adjust the shower head, his body brushing against me. “So do you want to shower with or without?”

“I think I’d like without. How about you?”

He slid his hands up my arms, slipped his fingers under the straps of my suit and slowly lowered it. He never took his eyes off my body as he continued to uncover the secrets that he waited so long to see. His thumbs brushed my nipples. I gasped as they formed long hard bullets, as they always did when I was this highly aroused.

“Baby your breasts are perfect. Just like I always imagined.” His hands covered my breasts, and we both moaned. He slipped my suit off and I kicked it aside. “We have to get rid of these tan lines you know,” he smiled, tracing the tiny triangular outline around my aureole.

He trailed his finger down my stomach, to the Y of my thighs. “And here too,” tracing the triangle around my neatly trimmed pussy.

“Yes Daddy,” I nearly whimpered from his touch.

My hands roamed over his chest, tweaking his nipples for a quick intake of breath. I think his reaction surprised him. I smiled. Being nearly the same height, I found we fit perfectly. My aching nipples pressed against his chest, enjoying the hairy roughness. Sliding my hands down his back and into his swim shorts, I squeezed his hard ass cheeks and pulled him against me. His cock throbbed against my pussy. I pushed his shorts down, needing his skin next to mine. He moaned his pleasure as I took over the seduction.

I began to kiss his neck. Sucking on his earlobe, my breath light in his ear. I brushed his lips with mine. Lightly. Then nibbled on his lower lip with my teeth. Breathing harder, he was getting even more aroused. I wanted to take him higher.

“Start the shower, Daddy,” I whispered. Moaning when I felt the water wash over our hot skin. “Feels so good,” grinding my pussy against his throbbing cock.

I filled my hands with soap and started on his chest, working down to his cock. He growled when I took his hot cock into my slick hand, cupping his balls with my other. His cock was thick and average length, just enough for me. But his balls made his package. Big fat balls in a thick sack. I was relieved that he thought to shave the whole area, making it so nice to use my mouth on his cock and balls. Some men are thoughtful that way, and I wasn’t surprised he was one of them.

I escort yalova didn’t know much about his dating habits. Hell I didn’t even know if he had a lady friend or not. At this point, he was all mine. We needed each other and that was all there was to it. I was focused on making him mine right now.

I rubbed my body on his, slick hot skin to slick hot skin. “Baby, you’re killing me. I want you to take the lead to make sure this is what you want. But I’m about to lose control.” With that he grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter against him. I wrapped my leg around him, opening up for his cock. His cock head zeroed in on it’s target. Dad rubbed the head of his cock on my clit. I came quick and loud.

“I need you inside me, Daddy. Here. Now.” I bent over, opening my cunt that was so hungry for his cock. The scent of the flowers, the rain like shower over my skin, his hot hands on my hips were nearly overwhelming. “Daddy! Now! Please!” I nearly screamed.

I felt his cock against me, taking aim again, but this time, ready to fill me. “Yes Daddy! Fuck me! I need you now!”

One stroke and he was ball deep. He groaned so loud I was sure the neighbors heard. I knew he was out of control and let him take me how he wanted. How he needed me. He pistoned into my dripping pussy.

I rode his cock. Our bodies slammed together. Those huge balls slapped my clit rhythmically. I came again, my cunt squeezing his steel hard cock.

“Oh baby I’m cumming!” He slammed into me for one last time and shot deep inside me. I knew he’d pump loads from those balls. I wanted it all. Deep. And I got it.

I caught my breath. Enjoying every last second of him inside me. His cock slipped out and I stood up. He wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“JJ, I never expected this. You were in my fantasies, but I never thought it would ever be a reality for us. I never could have made the first move you know. I’m so happy that you did. You fulfilled my dreams,” he whispered softly in my ear.

I turned in his arms, kissing him deeply. “I’ve always loved you Dad. I didn’t know there was more. I could have more feelings for you. Different feelings than just being your daughter. This was all deep down inside me. Us, I guess?”

“The day you got married. You came to me in your wedding dress. So fucking beautiful I could barely breath. You weren’t my little girl anymore. You were a grown woman. I felt you slipping away from me when you walked down that aisle. I was left with fantasies. About you and me. Not only sex, but us as a relationship beyond dad and daughter. They were dangerous fantasies and not right. I knew I shouldn’t feel that way about my daughter, but I couldn’t help it,” he shrugged. “I admit I’ve seen a few women your age thinking it might get my mind off you, but it never worked. No one is like you baby.”

“It’s okay now Daddy. You have me now. I have you. We have a lot ahead of us.”

I quickly washed my hair, rinsed off while we both tried to keep from touching each other. At least for awhile. I knew the neighbors couldn’t see so I stepped out of the shower and headed towards a lounger.

“That was entertaining, Jack!”

I was shocked to see a man laying in the lounger I was heading to.

“How long have you been here you old coot,” my Dad said laughing. “I suppose long enough to get the idea of what’s going on,” he said wryly. “JJ this is my buddy, Steve. We play tennis together and generally commit mayhem.” I then noticed his white tennis attire. “He’s a Buckeye too!” My Dad forever the football fan.

“Nice to meet you,” I said. It was too late to cover up. Myself or with a story.

“Totally my pleasure,” he smiled. “Why am I not surprised that Jack would have such a beautiful daughter.”

Settling into a lounger across from Steve, I slipped my sunglasses on and checked him out while they talked. He was older, my Dad’s age probably. Darker tanned, striking blue eyes, and tall. I laughed to myself thinking about the three of us walking down the street as the crowds parted. He seemed more muscular than Dad so he probably did some gym time.

I was able to take a better look at my Dad. Then I saw he had no tan lines so he was usually out here nude. Nice, very nice I thought. I wondered about Steve. That dark tan of his. Any white bits? Hmmmm. Mayhem. I just bet they do, I laughed to myself.

Both mature virile men. Thinking about them started getting me wet. Again. I hope I’m going to be a busy woman while I’m here.

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Sky Rider Epilogue

The four ladies bent over the rail, looking down at the new planet smiling.

“We need some more sperm Daddy.” The three said in unison.

“Yes, Son, more.” Mom said, spreading her legs apart too.

I moved up behind Mary and thrust in and out a few times, then moved on to Sue and did the same. Then moved on to Liz and fucked her pussy for a few seconds before moving up behind Mom and fucked her eight or ten times and her legs began to buckle.

“No fair, she comes so easy.” Mary said, wiggling her bottom at me.

I kept moving from one pussy to the next until they all had an orgasm and I finally had a chance to slide into Mom’s ass. I still stretched it out every time I fucked her. As I built up to my orgasm, she started to climax herself and she squirted on to the glass viewing panel below us. I unloaded as Liz sat between Moms legs fisting her pussy and locking her mouth over her pussy to catch any release she had.

The following years we had many babies. All the girls had ten each and it was Mom who tended to each birth except the last one, as we buried her on the new planet, a few weeks before the birth. The oldest of them were now over eighteen and were becoming curious about the opposite sex. My three daughters and I took them all aside to the main building to show them what they needed to know.

“We wanted you to see for yourself what sex is all about. Nothing is bad or taboo here on this planet, as long as you are old enough you can choose any partner you like. And have as many or as few as you choose. Remember no means know, always.” Liz said, as she stroked my cock.

Mary lay back on the table kocaeli escort in the middle and spread her legs wide. Liz pulled her lips apart for the younger ones to see.

“A cock goes in here or can also go in here too.” She said, as she slipped a finger into Mary’s pussy then ass.

That brought a gasp from the audience, but Liz would have none of that. She waved her hand at Mary’s eldest son and as he stood sporting an erection that could cut glass. She had him stand next to his mother and taking his hand placed two of his fingers inside her pussy opening.

“Now, Tom, spread your fingers so we can see inside.” Liz said, and there were more gasps and a low moan from Mary.

“Aunty Liz, it’s all wet and slippery.” Tom said, as his fingers closed and were forced back in by Liz.

“Yes, that’s to help you slip in easily, your Mom is all wet and ready if you want to put your cock in her.” Liz said, with a smile at me, and another moan from Mary.

“Would Mom let me do that?” Tom asked, his cock throbbing.

“You need to ask her, but I would keep your fingers inside her while you do, because she will find it very hard to say no if she is horny.” Liz replied, smiling at me and nodding at Sue’s oldest daughter Julia who was looking over at my rising cock.

“Mom, can I put my thing in you.” Tom said, his hands shaking a little.

“Yes, please Tommy, yes please.” Mary said, as she stroked his shaft and looked at me smiling too.

Tom moved between Mary’s legs and all the audience watched as his cock parted her lips and slid into its base. Mary pulled Tom’s face down to hers locking him in a kiss. He thrust in and out a few times kocaeli escort bayan before bucking and pulling out to direct his first jet of sperm out over her breasts and belly. Mary pushed his cock back down, and using her heels pulled him back into her depths, making him spurt inside her womb.

“That’s better Tommy, I like it better inside me.” She said, waving to her next eldest son to come to her side.

“Do you want a turn too? Or do you have someone else you would like to try with?” Mary said, as Liz lay next to her waiting for someone to work up the courage.

“No, I would like to put my thing in you too Mom, if that’s alright?” He asked, and stepped between her legs.

“That’s my bottom Rob.” Mary said, then she smiled when Rob just froze in place.

“I thought Liz said it could go in there.” Rob said, looking worried, as Julia moved over to my side and placed her hand on my cock.

“You can put it in there if you like. Mommy likes it in there, just like her Mom did.” Mary said, relaxing as Rob pushed in a little harder.

Rob thrust into her and he lasted a good while, as Mary played with her clit and almost beat him to his orgasm. She was still smiling when one of the girls whispered something in her ear.

“Yes, Belle you can. In fact all you girls can have a taste if you want. Or try to get one of the smaller cocks or some fingers inside you.” She said, and Belle scooped up some sperm from Mary’s pussy and dipped her tongue in it before licking off some more.

“Mom can Pop put his thing in me? I want him to be my first.” Julia said, then kissed my cockhead.

“Will you come up here Dad?” Sue asked, as escort kocaeli she walked up to the tables.

I lay down on a table and Sue bent over and sucked and licked my cock, so it was good and wet. She helped Julia up to hover her pussy over my cock. Her pure blond hair is almost transparent. Her eyebrows and pubic hair are the same. She looked just like her mother and grandmother as she got the same look of determination on her face. Her mother wrapped her arms around her waist and when Julia nodded Sue dropped her weight on my cock, bringing a loud grunt from Julia. Sue played with her clit while she got used to my invasion, then letting go as Julia started to rise and lower herself on my shaft.

“I love you honey.” I whispered into her ear as she started to build up pace.

“I love you too Pop.” She said, as she started to orgasm around my cock.

Sue was soon gasping as her Son Raymond was taking her from behind, and one of Liz’s daughters was also taking a turn on Tom’s renewed cock. Julia sucked my cock clean and then her mother’s pussy as she slid her small hand into her to the wrist. Sue had a huge orgasm with Julia licking her clit while slipping her hand inside her body.

I sat in my armchair on my porch, looking out at the family playing, the houses teaming with people, the fifth generation of my mother’s birth line being carried in the Bellies of more than one of their offspring. Mary, Liz and Sue all in tears, but by my side.

“Don’t cry Babies. I am ready to be with Mom again. I have had a full and happy life in the stars. Only grieve me for a little while, then bury my next to Mom, then honor me by looking after all the new babies due shortly. Look at what we have done, Mom, just look at what we have done.” I said, my beautiful daughters kissing me for the last time, their grey hair showing that time never stops for anyone, as my sight grew darker, and darker.

The end

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1879

Richard and Eleanor had just moved to town on her 18th birthday. Marking a new beginning for the two, a fresh start. No one here knew of them, nor of their relations.

Eleanor was Richard’s daughter. Her mother, Sophia, had passed during childbirth. Leaving Richard a widower, with an infant. To properly provide for his daughter, he worked twice as much, hiring a full time, live-in maid to care for baby Eleanor. That was well over a decade ago. And the maid was no longer around.

Now that she’s become quite the young adult, she said she needed a new start at life; where nobody knew of her mother or father, or of her at all. It was a plus to move so far away with her father, because now they didn’t have to hide. They are in love.

Thankfully, the pair look nothing alike. Eleanor was petite and the only physical feature on her to show her maturity and hint at her age are her breasts. The biggest part of her, sitting perfectly on her ribcage are the breasts, by today’s standards, double c cup. Eleanor was not tall, only about 63in and has lovely, cascading, auburn curls down to her waist. A nice compliment to her hazel, mostly brown eyes.

Richard on the other hand, was very tall, almost reaching an entire foot above Eleanor. He was not fat or thin, perfectly built with a hint of muscle from his farm days before Eleanor existed. He was classically handsome, a long nose and dark hair with no hint of grey yet. And bright, blue eyes that Eleanor always thought he could see into her mind with.

The two had decided together when they settled in this town they’d be wed and live as man and wife. And no one would be any the wiser. The couple had a small ceremony with only a priest and the two.

It was evening now, leaving the chapel, in her most elegant dress and Richard in his best attire for the impromptu marriage. They take the carriage directly to their new home, where Richard had paid some farm hands to help unload their belongings previously.

Richard wastes no time in opening the front door and essentially carrying Eleanor upstairs to their new, shared bedroom. He gently sits Eleanor down on zonguldak escort the big, neatly made up bed.

“Oh my, Darling. You are quite beautiful,” He reached around her to start unbuttoning her dress and then help to loosen the laces down her back.

“I want to just rip this gown off you, but I need to resist. I want you in this every day. So I can see my bride as beautiful as now every day.” He whispers these sweet nothings to her when her wedding gown is completely undone and barely holding on by her shoulders.

Richard stands back to properly look at his new bride, his gorgeous girl. He groans to himself and takes off his clothing in a hurry.

“I don’t want my dress to stain, Richard,” Eleanor whispers as she attempts to slide the dress off her body the rest of the way.

“Let the dress stain. I want to have you in it first,” he takes her hands in his own. Richard stands, almost nude in front of his bride.

“What have I told you about calling me Richard?” He says into her ear.

“Only in public, Daddy.” She turns to look at him fully and he captures her in a bruising kiss.

“Good girl.”

He releases her hands and steps back to check the curtains are pulled shut on the windows. Richard looks to Eleanor and groans again. The erection straining against his underwear is hardening painfully fast. The opens the buttons on his fly for a small amount of relief.

“Daddy? What are we doing?” Eleanor asks quietly.

“What we were meant to do. You are becoming my wife. And as your husband, I’m taking what’s mine, now.” He steps out of his pants and pushes her to lay down on the bed.

Richard kisses Eleanor, tender and full of love. Love fire his daughter. His beautiful baby girl and love for his wife. His virgin wife, about to consummate their marriage. Eleanor reaches up both arms around Richard’s neck and pulls the kiss deeper. She whimpers softly when Richard ruts against her, she can feel the huge cock pressing into her through the thin clothing.

Richard lifts her hips a small fraction to push the dress to her waist. He yanks down her panties and zonguldak escort bayan cups her pussy in his giant hand, thumbing along her clit. Eleanor feels embarrassed by the slap moans and whimpers coming from her.

“Does Daddy’s little girl like this? You want something in there?” he hotly whispers into her ear. She shivers as his breath leaves goosebumps along her arms. He uses two fingers to drag up and down her sweet smelling entrance. Leaking her pussy juices nicely to coat his fingers. He pushes his ring finger slowly into her needful and excited hole.

“Baby, I believe you’ll kill Daddy if you take too long. And you are in the process of suffocating my finger, now.” He pulls a little out and issues back in, locked into a steady rhythm of opening his wife up for more. Finally he groans deeply, rubbing his cock on her hip through his underwear. He shoves another finger, the middle, into her joining with the ring finger. This time he wasn’t as nice or patient.

“Daddy!” Eleanor cries out into his chest. Richard elicits small puffing moans and needy panting breaths from his virgin bride. Richard is fucking Eleanor now, harsh thrusts of his fingers into her tight, sucking pussy. He wonders if he can’t fit any more fingers into her, how will his cock ever fit? He was far too impatient to wait and think it out.

Richard shoves his underwear, now coated thickly in precum, down to his thighs. He rolls completely on top of her and removes his long fingers from her with a lovely pop. Eleanor looks both frightened and aroused, truly the perfect bride for him. All Richard had to do was make the perfect daughter to be his own new wife.

Eleanor’s right thigh is grasped in Richard’s strong left hand and pulled as far from her other leg as she could stretch. Richard aligns his astoundingly large cock up to her entrance, and kisses her deeply as he thrusts in. He meant to impale her fully in one swift go, but Eleanor had tensed at the painful fullness, and he was only less than halfway into her. Eleanor cries into the kiss and, whimpering so loud, he can feel her cries vibrating on his escort zonguldak chest.

He pulls out ever so slightly and rams back in, another harsh and painful thrust, now completely embedded into her virgin hole. Richard breaks the kiss to whisper to her about how lovely and perfect she is. How this means they are to be together forever, by giving herself completely to him, she is only ever to be with him. She nods and whimpers more. Richard had been absolutely still since the second thrust into her.

Richard gently, slowly pulls his hips back and pushes forward again into her. Eleanor gasps softly and kisses her Daddy,

“I love you, Daddy.” She tries to lift her legs around his back, and only gets them about a fraction up, feeling him shift inside of her, going deeper than before. She screams and he kisses her to shush her.

“Eleanor, my perfect wife, the most beautiful girl I could ever hope to have, I promise I’m being as gentle as I can be with you,” he says this into her neck, then bites and licks her collar bone. The fabric of her wedding dress is far too low cut for a woman of her state, but Richard had insisted she wear it.

Eleanor is finally calming down from the harsh intrusion into her. As she relaxes and eases up the grip her pussy has on Richard’s cock, he sighs and begins to thrust again. It’s a slow, and loving pace, until Eleanor moans,

“Daddyyy,” into his ear. Richard shuts his eyes and starts to truly, without abandon fuck his daughter.

He grips onto her hips and pulls her up, getting the exact angle to slam into her cervix and bruise her climax center on every thrust. Eleanor is panting and clinging onto Richard as though she’ll die if she isn’t hooked into him with her nails on his shoulders. Eleanor pulls him down for another kiss, but has to turn away as she feels a new, giant emotion sweep through her.

Eleanor lays under him, as still as she can be with him pounding into her, and her body feels a flash of hot, lightning quick burning then a sweet, slow cold as her first ever orgasm tears through her.

“Daddy!” She screams again and he bucks into her for a few final thrusts, the grip on her hips and thighs are basically branding her with his handprint.

Richard lays atop her, his huge cock softening inside of her. He can tell at this moment it’ll be hard for him to go back to work in this new town. Especially if it means he can’t have his new bride on him.

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Owned part 3True to His word, my Daddy helped me become His perfect trophy bitchwife. I am now 5ft10, 160lbs, with long brown hair, completely smooth from neck down, gorgeous DD breasts, curvy hips, bubble butt and manicured nails and toes. My piercings include silver bars in my nipples, a little heart that dangles on tiny chain in my belly, a couple rings in my ears, a silver stud on my tongue and a little bell on a short chain attached to the PA on my forever limp clitty. Master loves to hear that little bell ringing as it usually means I am doing what I was trained to do; please a real Male and make $$ for my Husband/Master. I also have a couple tattoos; ‘wife for life’ over my clitty and a tramp stamp of a big red heart with big semi shaped cock busting thru the center of the heart on my lower back. And recently, when my nipples are squeezed real hard, I have started to see some white liquid but just a little. Master was so excited when He first saw my nips get creamy, He says it will take some time for the milk glands to develop.From day one, whenever I need to tinkle I must always ask Master for permission and I must always sit. When I wore my CB I always had to sit to pee anyways and now with my little eggs gone and my clitty permanently limp, sitting feels so natural. When Master needs to piss, He will say, ‘Bitch, get over here I need to piss!!’ I immediately stop whatever I am doing and drop to me knees in front of Him and take His semi hard cock in my mouth. Almost immediately, His warm salty piss flows over my tongue, quickly filling up my mouth. Mmmmmmm I have come to love the taste of His piss. Master trained me early on to be His urinal and it took a lot of training. And after many many many nights kneeling in truck stop Men’s rooms with open ring gag mouth for a line of truckers, I can take all of Master’s piss without wasting a drop. The key is to take His fat cock deep in my mouth just entering my throat and let it flow straight down in my belly.?Every now and then when I am cleaning or vacuuming I can’t help but stare and smile at my little testicles floating in the beautiful glass jar on our mantle. Master always warned me the day would come but when it finally did I was so scared. But I should have known the day was near as Master had been extremely rough with my poor little eggs the last week or so prior to their removal. But He knew it was the last time He would get to abuse them and He made the most of it. I thought I had displeased Him and was being punished. But no, in fact He was extra brutal with those fragile eggs because He loves me and He knew I was ready for the final step. I had never felt such pain but no matter how much He destroyed them He continued the next night. I cried into my ball gag almost nonstop. He kept asking me if I was ready for Him to cut them off. I always nodded with a muffled response of ‘YES YES PLEASE TAKE THEM MASTER’. Master always liked to keep them separated and stretched and after 4 days and nights of brutal abuse my poor little eggs were swollen and a deep hatay escort dark shade of purple. He loved deep dicking me on my back with my ankles tied over my shoulders and He would grab a swollen purple egg in each hand and ride me like a motorcycle on a curvy road. I would always wail and cry into my pink ball gag but every time He briefly paused and asked if He should stop and i would always look up at Him with tear soaked eyes and shook my head no. And He smiles and drives His fat cock deep and roughly takes an egg in each hand and says, ‘Suck my cock bitch. Suck my cock with that cunt I have throughly trained. Show me how you please those big burly truckers with this slutty pussy. Show the Man that owns You, that trained that money making cunt!’. He was so savage; squeezing, smacking, and crushing those poor little eggs in His big hands. I cried and cried as my pussy sucked His fat cock for fifteen minutes before He thrusted deeper and tightened His firm grip on both fragile orbs and said, ‘SUCK THAT COCK BITCH. WORK THAT ASSPUSSY HARD FOR ME! I OWN IT’. I was numb from the pain but clamped my puss down harder on His big cock like my life depended on it. Hard soft hard soft hard, I milked His fat cock until He groaned loudly and began to seed my well used hole. He slowly squeezed my poor abused eggs forcing them to suck every drop from His fat cock before He finished emptying His big balls into my hot fertile womb. He held me and then took my head between His hands and gently kissed me, deeply, passionately. He told me He loved me and He always would. He told me today is the day to fully become mine. I looked up at Him through my tear soaked eyes and I was overcome with joy and relief. And on the big day He was so supportive and kept holding me in His big arms and reassuring me that it was the right thing to do. He calmed me down, stroked my arm tenderly and asked if I was ready to become His totally owned bitchwife. I looked up at Him with tears in my eyes and said, yes Master please make me Yours forever. He told me to get on my knees before Him and ask Him to take my worthless little balls. He had set up 2 cameras to catch the moment forever on video. He attached the leash to my pink rhinestone collar and said He wanted to stage a wonderful scene to add to my video collection. ‘Ok slut, lets start’ and with a remote He started the cameras. He began, ‘Bitch, today is the day You will be neutered. Your little eggs will be removed and You will take the final step into becoming my ultimate bitchwife. But first, I need to hear you beg me to take them. Convince me that you accept that your little balls are worthless and need to be removed. Tell me you are a failure as a male and You were born to please Alpha Males and you don’t deserve testicles. Then we will go to your Dr appointment and have yours removed today.’ I looked up at my Master with love in my eyes and said, ‘Master please please take me to have my little eggs removed. You have my heart now please take my eggs as hatay escort bayan my symbol of my complete and total devotion to You and display them for all to see. And with them gone my boobs will grow bigger and my whole body will develop in many feminine ways. Please allow me to fulfill my born duty to please real Men. Please Master, please take my eggs and fully break whatever maleness remains in me and help me blossom into Your perfect wife for life’. He smiled and pulled me by leash and and said, ‘Lets go’. I was very sore for a week and Master took very good care of me all thru my recuperation but He throughly used my mouth many times every day for His satisfaction. We were married 3 months after I was neutered, we had a nice little ceremony in a small pvt chapel. I had a gorgeous wedding dress that Master help me design. It’s very skimpy for a traditional wedding dress but I still loved it! It’s white lace, sleeveless, and very short in front and a train that barely touches the floor behind me. A thin sheer veil covered my perfectly made up face, with bright red lips and my best blond wig (Masters favorite). The front of the dress is short enough that you can see the two little bells hanging from the thin chain attached to my pierced clitty. All of the guests were Master’s friends and every one of them has bred me multiple times. With each step I took down the aisle everyone could hear the ring of the little bells. A friend of Master was the minister.’Do You, Master James, take this total sissy, to protect, cherish and love; to share with your friends and whore out to big truckers; to make money from both her holes; and to be Your full time bitch wife?’ Master grinned at me like He was looking at a steak and replied, ‘Yes I do.’And do you, Tanya Mazzy, take Master James as Your owner, Master, protector and Husband? To love, obey and devote your entire life to His pleasure, to satisfy any and all of His needs as well as any of His friends? And sign over all you own to him and understand that He has complete and total control of every aspect of Your life?’ I was so happy and smiling, I always wanted to be a bride to a big wonderful hairy Dom Man and here it was actually happening! ‘I Do’, I softly said smiling. The minister smiled and said aloud ‘I now pronounce you Man and bitchwife. He turned to Master, ‘You May kiss the bride! Master lifted my veil and gently took my head in His hands and deeply kissed me. All His friends cheered and I was overcome with such love and passion for my now Husband. After our wonderful kiss the minister turned to me and said ‘You May now suck Your Husbands cock.’ I blushed and knelt before my Husband and unzipped His bulging pants. I fished out His huge hard cock and lovingly looked up at Him as i slowly sucked His magnificent dick. I thought to myself about how this big wonderful brute of a Man has made all my dreams come true, I will do anything for Him. It wasn’t long before He gently pushed my head all the way down His cock with my eyes escort hatay locked on His. ‘I own you now bitch!’ and then He fucked my mouth deep and hard until He pushed very deep and pumped several thick ropes of sperm directly down my throat. The reception was nice but brief and as the new bride I had to thank every guest for attending our ceremony. As my Husband received congratulations and hand shakes, i knelt on a white satin pillow and my new Husband/Master offered my juicy mouth for any of His friends, ‘enjoy her mouth all You want guys but her pussy is off limits until tonight.’ I blushed thinking about a special wedding night with my Husband breeding my pussy several times as Husband and wife. My poor little mouth was deep dicked by every guest and I was covered in sperm and my little belly was bloated from the numerous creamy gifts from all the extremely generous Alpha males. Once I had received every gift Master informed everyone that I was due at a truck stop later that night and being dressed in my wedding dress will be extra hot for the 15 truckers who have confirmed. I was kinda hoping my wedding nite would be with just my Husband but He knows best. And He knows I can’t say no to trucker cock.And He was right, in my wedding dress on my wedding night made Him a good amount of $$$. My wedding night was me and 15 big truckers!! By the end of the night my beautiful wedding dress was in tatters and I was covered in piss and cum. And my married owned pussy was firmly sealed full of trucker sperm with my XL plug. Of course Master had a pair of cameras setup to catch the entire experience. This was another big money making video for Master, ‘bitch bride at the truck stop’. And after the last happy trucker left with a smile my Husband stood over me and pulled my leash tight and said, ‘now my new bride thank me for Your wedding gift. I knew you would enjoy spending your wedding night serving big truckers and making me $$$!” I lovingly looked up at my Husband and said, ‘thank You very much Master for allowing me to enjoy some big trucker cocks on my wedding night. My love and devotion to You is endless and I live only to serve You and make You $$$’. Master unzipped and quickly inserted His big cock down my throat. He held my head and began to fuck my sore throat. His fat cock head inched deeper and deeper with every thrust until He was balls deep. I struggled slightly and He quickly yanked the leash and He brutally began to deep dick my throat while holding my leash tight. He showed no mercy as He savagely ****d my mouth. With a big roar and a firm yank on my leash my Master pushed His big cock balls deep and blasted thick ropes of His hot seed, painting my throat walls with every pulse. ‘Aaah bitch You are going to be a good wife’. He slowly eased His fat dick from my throat but held the tip in my mouth. I sealed my lips around His fat cock head and swirled my little tongue around His piss hole eagerly awaiting Masters golden gift. Master had several beers watching His wife make Him $$$ and had a really full bladder. His salty piss began to flow fast and i know not to waste anything from His cock and I could tell He showed no signs of slowing the delicious flow. My training kicked in and I took Masters pissing cock balls deep and held His thighs and settled in for Him to piss directly down my throat.

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The Self Bondage Punishment Website – Chapter 2.The Self Bondage Punishment Website – Chapter 2. SetupThe next day, while Dave was waiting for the webcam installer to arrive, he decided to setup his enforcement sessions. He logged back into the website, and it reminded him to upload pictures. Dave had a whole bunch of bondage and exhibitionist pictures, so he uploaded them. After doing so, he noticed there was no way to delete them. He also noticed that the tracking device on the collar, which was in his bedroom in the box, was working. His main profile page had a map that showed where that collar was… Clearly at his house! “OMG”, Dave thought. “This is not good. Everyone will know where I am when I’m locked in bondage! And when I go somewhere, they’ll know.” Dave also noticed that there was a webcam viewer below the map. Clearly, once the cameras were installed, this window would be displaying him in his home, from any angle, either in his bondage or wearing that sissy thong. Finally Dave opened the session setup page.And now, after uploading his pics, and seeing how he would be tracked and viewed, he was eager to program a nasty scenario for himself! He saw that the options were even more robust than the site had described. Step one was to select a self-bondage session duration. This would be the number of minutes or hours that the system would enforce each time he locked the harness device, the nipple clamps, and then the handcuffs on himself. Of course, he’d already düzce escort have locked the collar, chastity device, and sissy anklets on to have initiated the entire enforcement process. Dave was a true self bondage lover, and had been dying to acquire a foolproof self bondage system, and he loved handcuffs! So Dave felt a tingle up his spine as he selected SIX HOURS for his bondage session duration. Quickly, before he could change his mind, he saved it!Next, it asked him to select how many repeating days for which he’d like to have his sissy outfit and self bondage enforced. The options were to either enter a number from 1 to 9999, or choose an option that simply said: “Let the Web Decide”. Dave felt a chill as he read that. Then he selected that, and quickly saved it!A popup said: “Please configure a poll to allow website viewers to decide your fate.” Dave clicked that and now a page with a poll was presented. It read: ========================================================================================For How Many Days Should This Sissy Bondage Punishment Faggot Be Punished? He has chosen SIX Hours each day to suffer in handcuffs wearing nipple clamps. He also will be locked in chastity, collared, and forced to wear a sissy booty shorts outfit or thong at all times during his sentence. He has asked you to decide his fate. How many days should his punishment sentence last? a. 100 daysb. 400 daysc. 1600 daysPlease select one, escort düzce and vote as often as you like. The punishment faggot begs you to choose option C. This poll will be in effect for the first twenty days of the bondage faggot’s sentence. When the results are final, they will be enforced by this faggot’s self bondage punishment system and our website. Thank You!========================================================================================Dave couldn’t see any way to configure this. He didn’t want to give the public the possibility of voting to keep him locked up and on display as a sissy bondage faggot for 1600 days!! But the site simply gave him an “OK” button. Frustrated, Dave finally clicked it, figuring it would probably bring up an editor. But instead, it brought up an enforcement screen. It read:Any failure to lock yourself into bondage each day will result in a number of punishment sessions being added to your sentence. Please choose how many sessions this should be:a. 400b. 800There was an “OK” button, but it wasn’t enabled. No back button, nor cancel. Dave had to select an option. Again, he figured this was a starting setup he could edit later, so he chose 400, just to be safe. Then he hit the now enabled OK button. The next page was simply a question whether financial enforcement should be added to your sentence. But again, it didn’t seem right. The only option was “Yes”. Dave was getting a little pissed at the düzce escort bayan system at this point. The website owners were clearly trying to make money off him. Upset at that, he instead closed the browser tab for the website. But it caught that and asked him to complete the page. It also said that “Yes” was the default option unless it was changed on my account page BEFORE I did my initial sentence setup. “A-Ha”, thought Dave… So that was their trick. I needed to set some account parameters first, and since I didn’t know to do that, they snuck in all these nasty defaults… The poll, the enforcement days, the financial penalties. But at this point Dave was curious about the system, dying to try it out, so he softened a little and simply confirmed the “Yes”. The popup confirmed that his monetary penalty for non-compliance would equal the number of days added to the sentence, ie, $400 to match the 400 days he “chose” a page back.Finally, it was done. Dave went to his account screen to change those defaults, only to find that they could not be changed with a punishment sentence now in force. He could see the default options were clearly chosen so that anyone foolish enough to sign up would become the website’s pathetic bondage money slave! Dave also could see that it listed the start date for Dave’s punishment as tomorrow, the day after the webcams would be installed. It stated that the sissy clothes must be worn, and the collar, chastity, and anklets must be locked on by 9AM, or the non-compliance penalty would be incurred! Once the sentence was activated by this act, every day Dave would have to lock himself into his self bondage by at the latest, 8PM, or he would incur the non-compliance penalty.A few minutes later, the webcam installer arrived.

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